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A/N: Here's the latest chapter. This one took longer to get out than expected. I'll be working on updates to my other stories before I get to chatper 5. I've added more images, both for existing characters and for future ones. There are some lewds at the end. As always, questions, comments, and constructive criticisms are welcome. Enjoy!

Chapter 4

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Pulling the lever to lower the lift, I stacked the last pallet of multivitamins in the large shed. I knew I couldn't just leave pallets of perishable items lying outside, and while I could have just kept them in the house, I wanted to minimize the amount of time a gas-powered vehicle operated in the house. Originally, I'd just drive my utility vehicle to and fro, but in hindsight, using a forklift for most of the work on this side made more sense. It could easily carry and place pallets on the UV, and it could make the sharp turns in the corridor far easier. I would keep the UV in the Other World, just covering it with a tarp to protect it from the elements, and carry any goods I'm bringing over to it.

There were limits to what I could store, though. I didn't want to turn the property here into just a glorified warehouse. Besides, my goal was to make it so I wouldn't need to constantly supply the other side with what was needed to give them their superhuman abilities. Stockpiling multivitamins was an easy way to empower a large group of people quickly, but it wasn't sustainable. In the grand scheme, I suppose didn't need to empower an entire army at the start. With enough empowered frontliners, the normal soldiers could just be used as support or an occupying force.

I needed to figure out how far a single multivitamin goes. I needed to determine if there was a difference in effect between a multivitamin and food. I needed to ascertain if the amount of physical labor impacted how long the superhuman effects lasted.

I also needed to learn if I can grow Earth food in the Other World, and if so, if it provided the same benefits as foods grown here. I probably should have been concerned about potentially introducing invasive species, but I wasn't. If I stayed away from plants that spread like weeds, I should be fine.

I was going to try and figure all this shit out now. Now that everybody was healthy and strong, there was practically a surplus of workers. That would allow me to take a couple to use for my experiments.

With the sun setting, I shut the forklift off, closing and locking the big plastic shed, and made my way inside. I had to sigh at the various stacks of organized items. I was going to need to have a warehouse built in Grisea so I could store this stuff there. I don't think they can do that without the approval of Lord Nelson, though. Damn feudal system. I'm sure I could get that fixed.

I looked at the kitchen counter and saw my half-eaten pizza from earlier. I couldn't store another bite of food in me, and despite a rising compulsion to eat more pizza, I figured I'd just save it for tomorrow. A better idea came to me, and pulling out my Company Device, I placed a finger on the pizza box, and just sent it and its contents into my [Pocket Space]. Time didn't pass in that little pocket dimension, so the pizza wouldn't go bad. I kept mostly emergency supplies in there, but there was enough room to store some pizza.

Now, the important question I needed to answer was a hot bath or hot shower? Bathing via outdoor bucket wasn't nearly as satisfying as having running plumbing.

Shower. I was definitely in the mood for a nice, long shower. I'd have to thank dad for the upgrades he made to the house. I had to wonder how he could have afforded them, but it wasn't really any of my business.

When the hot water started hitting me, I felt a heavy weariness. It felt like I was doing a whole lot of 'hurry up and wait'. I had literal shit tons of cloth-bagged compost ready and waiting at the farm for delivery here. I had pallets of multivitamins and various canned foods in a shed, ready to be brought over to the Other World. I had some plants and seeds from Earth ready to experiment with in Grisea. I had some smaller technological items to help Valetta with designing and building, and some personal ones for me. Like a real bed.

As much as I criticize canon Kazura for dicking around, spending time helping the natives revitalize old and drought-destroyed fields was a necessity. Valetta was proactive enough to make use of her time without him around to begin charcoal production, design and construct a sawmill, locate a source of iron… If I was going to have them construct a warehouse, a sawmill would need to be a priority, if only to increase the rate and quality of the lumber the villagers could produce.

That was something to think about tomorrow. Tonight was hot water then wonderful sleep. Tomorrow would involve burying a body, and a lot of hauling.

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"That's just so unfair," I grumbled, as two villagers easily lifted the last pallet from the UV. Even though they were all warned that I'd be bringing a god's tool like a carriage, they were still quite surprised when I came riding into the village, and understandably so. It was probably just as strange and divine to them as fire was to cavemen.

"What's unfair," Valetta asked.

"Ignore me," I said, stretching my arms. "I'm just being a little envious of your super strength and stamina. I'm stronger than a regular person, but if you and I started hitting each other, you'd definitely win."

"But you can do other things," she countered.

"Mm…" I hummed, trying to not think about the things I wanted to do to her. I probably should have just captured a little side piece on Earth to help take the edge off. Somehow, Kazura stumbled his way into losing his virginity when he was 23, but he definitely wasn't some playboy. I wouldn't have called the original me a playboy, either, but I didn't have much problem finding companionship when I really wanted it. American and Japanese cultures are very different in that regard and thoughts on casual sex.

"Why don't you take a seat," I said, pointing where she should go. "You can ride back to the forest with me, then we'll walk back to the village together."

My offer to let her ride in the vehicle seemed to surprise her.

"Really? You'd let me ride in it with you?"

"Sure," I answered. "I don't know why you're so surprised by the offer. I'd let you drive in it with me every time if I wouldn't have to leave you waiting for me at the forest. Since this is my last trip, you won't have to wait long, and we can walk back together. So, hope in."

As we drove back, going as fast as I could with the trailer attached, I could swear I mentally heard her going, "Wheeeeeeee!"

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I think most of the village was out, marveling as I just absentmindedly went through the motions of Earthbending a new field for crops. All I was really doing was removing the top layer of grass- which forced me to ignore the slight feeling that bothered me on some deep, unconscious level -and broke up the topsoil so the villagers could mix in humus and compost in preparation for seeding it.

Basically, the plan was to replant seed potatoes. The potato plants they had when I first got here had already ripened and been harvested. Since their diets were being supplemented by food I've been providing, an increase in meat from the hunters, and with the large size of the harvested potatoes, the village didn't need nearly as many of them as they normally would. I suggested to Valin that increasing food production beyond what was needed would make the village look good to Lord Neslon. It would mean more work for the villagers, but they had the energy and numbers for it, and the tools I've provided only made things easier.

Hell, I was doing the hardest work for them at this point.

Later, I was going to create a smaller area, more garden size, for some plants from Japan. Some I was going to plant in wooden containers I had the villagers build, others would be sown directly in the ground. I was going to compare Japanese potting soil to normal Other World soil to fertilized Other World soil. Despite wanting to cheat and use my powers to accelerate the growth of what I'll be planting, for the sake of Science, I needed to do this naturally to see what would happen.

Eventually I'll need to get native composting going. They had eight Rootcut Birds, and that was enough to get started on a very small scale. I'd provided Valetta all the information needed on how to compost chicken manure before my last trip to Japan, and when I returned, the villagers had crafted chicken coops and a compost bin. They already had enough chicken feed stored to last the birds they had until next year, and even though the survival rate of fertilized eggs was low, I'd hoped that the better diet from Japanese chicken feed would improve that.

With the future production of native chickens, produce, and lumber, Grisea could turn into a decent economic producer. Plus, this will be the first place in Arcadia that will be producing iron. Eventually, we'll hit a manpower bottleneck.

Once I had completed my work, I left the field to various cheers of "Lord Kazura!" and the like. It was nice to be appreciated, but I still had more work to do. As I went to prepare the get my smaller area ready, the villagers were already hard at work, pouring out wheelbarrows of humus and compost into the field to mix into the soil in preparation for planting.

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While I was in Japan, Valin had discussed my offer of immortality to a select few of the villagers he could trust to not say anything to the others. They had some questions, and unfortunately, I didn't have any good answers for them.

"I'm sorry, Jeera, but I don't have any answers for you."

I felt bad for the old woman, and many of the others here, but what they wanted was beyond me, and I had little interest in spending credits I didn't have on powers that would allow me to bring back their loved ones from whatever afterlife they were in. Luckily, they weren't asking me to bring anybody back. They just wanted to know if their loved ones were waiting for them. Apparently the people here did have a belief in an afterlife, which kind of reminded me of what the ancient Greeks believed in. They had hoped that I could speak with Relsior, their God of the Dead, about their loved ones, or even confirm what happens when they die.

Most of the people Valin gathered for this meeting have lost a loved one. For them, the idea of immortality without them, or to have their loved one waiting for them in the afterlife for an eternity, must seem like a form of torture.

"I honestly cannot say what happens when any of us die," I continued. "I don't even know what would happen when I die. I have my own philosophy on the matter, but it's up to each of you to decide what you want to believe."

Jeera's eyes watered at my answer. She lost her husband over ten years ago to illness, and from what I've heard, the two were very much in love. I had no actionable ways of easing her pain, or any of their pain. I could give them words, and given their belief in me, might provide some comfort.

I'll admit that a strong part of me desired to help her more than just with words. The idea of purchasing [OCDS(Death – Harry Potter)] sprung into my head, just to craft a version of the Resurrection Stone so they could speak with their loved ones one last time, but that would be a horrible idea. Not because of the powers and abilities I would eventually gain, but because people would become just as obsessed with speaking with a dead loved one like just like Dumbledore did to the point of stupidity. The dead deserved to stay dead.

Unless they were a waifu or a member of my future flock. That's what the expensive [Warranty Plan] is for. 200 credits was an awful lot, but it would be a necessity, because I couldn't rely on a 10 credit purchased power when lives were on the line.

"What is it you believe?" Valetta just had to ask, though I suppose I opened the door for someone to ask.

I took a deep breath, as I removed my hand from Jeera, and looked at Valetta, but made sure I looked at everybody else as I spoke.

"Life is a constant struggle to survive. I know everybody here has struggled, and still are. When hardships happen, we do what we must to live on, finding what joy and happiness we can during that time. What I offered to Valin, and what I want to offer to everybody in this village, won't change that. There will still be struggles. And immortality doesn't mean we can't still die. It just means we won't die of old age." I paused to take a small, dramatic breath.

"I know most of you have lost loved ones. I have, too. You need to decide what you want out of your lives. Immortality can both a blessing and a curse, and I know that it's not for everyone. Some people will see it as a second chance, either to correct past mistakes or to find love or to make something of themselves. Others will not. If you decide you don't want it, I can restore your full health at your current ages, removing any old injuries, so you'll live out the rest of your lives healthy. I can also offer you a one-time age reduction to the age of 25 without the immortality, but I wouldn't be able to later give you immortality. I will also say that any children you then have will also have whatever blessings you have. If you don't have a blessing they later want, I could grant it to them."

"Do we need to decide now?" an older man asked.

"No," I shook my head. "This is an open offer that I will never rescind. I'd hope, at the very everybody would want the blessing that would give them good health for the rest of their lives. There are illnesses out there that even the medicines I have cannot cure."

"I don't know if I want to live that long without Carr," Jeera said, referencing her husband as she looked at the ground. "And I have no desire to find another husband." She looked at me, her eyes watering again. "Lord Kazura, please do not hate me for rejecting your gift."

I surprised her by pulling her into a hug.

"I could never hate you for that, Jeera," I softly said, petting her grey hair. "Like I said, it's not for everybody. And if you let me ensure you stay healthy, you will have many good years left."

"Thank you, Lord Kazura," she said, wiping her eyes as I pulled away. "If you're still willing, I'll accept your blessing of health."

"Of course, Jeera. I'll be honored to give it to you. Can you give me your left hand?"

As I took her offered hand, I pulled my [Stamp] out of my pocket, and pressed it into the back of her hand for the required three seconds.

"It will take three days for my mark to fill in. Once it does, you will have only the blessing of health."

She looked at her hand, before cradling it into her bosom. "Thank you, Lord Kazura," she nearly cried.

I just responded by giving her a kiss on her cheek. The look in her eyes gave me the impression that she'd just experienced a little piece of heaven. Considering I was a god to her, it made sense. I'm just glad I had enough flexibility with the Talent and Defense settings with my captures to grant them only specific benefits, because even if people didn't want to be immortal, they would definitely take being healthy.

And the fact that everybody present all agreed to accept my blessing of health and consider the others was good enough for me. It was a shame that only Valin was worth capture points, but he was the next to accept it after Jeera.

I suspected tomorrow I'd be doing a lot of Stamping.

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The Company Device vibrating in my pocket, making me stop my Ba Gua movements, the basis for Airbending. I practiced every night, if I could, focusing on a different form each time, in the quiet of my room. I didn't do any actual Bending, but I didn't need to. Just making sure all the movements were muscle memory was enough.

I know that Valetta had been anxious all day, since today was going to be the end of the "three days". The problem is that it's actually seventy-two hours. The days here are more like twenty-two hours long, so it doesn't quite equal three Earth days. Then again, Earth days aren't technically twenty-four hours, which is why it has a "leap year". So it's more like "three days and a bit."

The extra hours probably worked in my benefit, in Valetta's case. Instead of her capture completing during the middle of the day, it completed in the later evening. She was busy preparing dinner, and shouldn't even realize anything changed right now. That will probably change once she sees me, as the full mental effects of it will be in play.

Then again, having her capture complete now, when she making dinner for both me and her dad was probably not the best time for it to happen.

Oh well. It wasn't like I was planning on any lewd actions to happen today. I was going to take over one of the abandoned houses. A couple of villagers had been working on fixing it up for me, and should be ready tomorrow. I think the villagers wanted to build me something bigger and more appropriate to my station, but Valin stopped that line of thinking. Most nobles don't like it when the peasants start to get ideas of building bigger and nicer things.

There was a knock on my door.

"Kazura? Dinner's ready."

I slid the door open, and when Valetta saw me, her face immediately turned red.

"Thank you, Valetta," I replied, giving her a smile that just made her redder. "I'm sure it's going to be delicious."

"R-right," she said in a rare moment of being flustered. She quickly turned and tried to leave.

"Valetta," I said, before she could take a step. She slowly turned, struggling to meet my eyes for a few moments. I just waited, and when she finally looked at me, I reached over, and took her right hand into mine. I rubbed my fingers over the completed tattoo.

Even through her basic tunic and pants, I could see the changes that [Body Talent] has brought to her. It was slight, but she was taller. It was only about an inch, but it was enough to be noticeable. Her breasts were a little bit bigger. I'm sure that underneath her clothes she'd also have more muscle definition, but I'll have to wait to see that with my own eyes. Her clothes were baggy enough that she probably hasn't even realized she changed yet, though I will soon enough.

"I'm sorry that it took a little more than three days," I softly said, bringing her hand up to my lips and giving it a kiss. "Congratulations. And… I have something for you."

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a small necklace I had made when I was in Japan. Attached to a silver chain was a pendant with the Valknut on it. It wasn't anything special by Earth standards, but I knew it would be special for her.

As I held out the necklace, with the pendant dangling so she could see her, her hands made a move like she was going to reach for it, but stopped.

"Turn around so I can put it on you."

Nearly all of her visible skin seemed to flush red, as she silently turned. As I moved so her back was nearly pressed into me, I could smell the faint traces of a floral aroma from the soap and shampoo she uses, and feel the heat coming off her body. I had to ignore the severe constricting feeling in my pants, and the desire to pull her into my room and truly make her my waifu. There was a time and place for that, and sadly, it wasn't right now.

"The clasp can be a bit tricky to use by yourself," I started, bringing my arms around her neck to grab both ends of the necklace. She already wore a necklace, of sorts, in a brown leather strap, that was more like a string. I didn't know if it held any significance to her, so I didn't touch it. "Tomorrow I'll show you how it works." I moved her ponytail out of way, and got the tiny clasp into place on the first try. "There, all done."

I gave her shoulder a gently nudge, and she turned so we were facing each other. I'd done a good job guessing the length to get, as it appeared to be the perfect length for her right now. I planned on getting her something better in time, but for short notice, it would work.

"Beautiful," I softly said, referring to more than just the necklace. Some primal part of me was really enjoying her displaying my symbol so openly, signifying that she belongs to me. I know that the people of this nation had some tradition of women giving colored bracelets to suitors or partners – a red one signifying a romantic interest, similar to a promise ring, with a white one basically meaning "let's fuck." I don't believe gifts from a man to a woman held any significance, other than being seen as an attempt to woo.

I could tell she was well beyond her limit, so I gave her the reprieve she needed.

"Let's go eat dinner."

Her mouth opened and closed a few times. Unable to find words, she meekly nodded, before turning and making a hasty retreat.

I silently chuckled, and followed her. I had no doubt that I was going to find the rest of the evening rather amusing.

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"W-where did that come from?!"

"Where do you think?" I sassed at Valetta, as I finished putting the modern bed sheets on my new queen size mattress. The beds they used here were far more comfortable than I ever would have expected from a medieval peasant house, but I've always felt like I was slumming it in them. The beauty of [Pocket Space] was that it could easily fit something the size of a mattress. I kept mostly survival supplies in it, in case something really crazy happens and I find myself whisked away from Grisea and my access to Japan, so there was plenty of free space for something like my mattress and a thin box spring. The actual metal frame was brought over the mundane way with all the other supplies.

Today was the day when I moved into my own house. Many of the villagers donated items and cookware, and Valetta was responsible for helping to set up the house. I noticed that she pretty much put everything in the same places she kept things in her dad's home, which was fine with me.

"I think I would have seen you bring something that big in here," she clarified. She was still prone to bouts of blushing if I got too close to her, or said anything affectionate, but she'd recovered well from yesterday. She did look a bit tired, so I suspect she didn't get much sleep. Still, she wouldn't let something like that keep her from doing what needs to be done.

With the sheet firmly in place, I sat on the comfortable mattress. It was firm enough that someone wouldn't sink into it, but soft enough to allow me to relax and easily fall asleep. It took me awhile to find one at the store that felt just right to me.

"Come here, and I'll tell you a secret," I said, patting the mattress next to me. Her cheeks immediately turned red, but she walked over and took the spot right next to me. Her eyes got slightly wide, and she bounced in her seat a couple of times, pushing down on the mattress with one of her hands.

"It's so soft!"

"Mhmm. The secret is…" I paused, trying to determine the best way to describe the [Pocket Space] because I didn't know how the weird translation powers I had would handle the term pocket dimension. "The easiest way of thinking about it is that I have an invisible storage box that follows me around everywhere. I don't need to carry it, and I can't even see it. It's big enough to store something like this mattress in it. That's why you didn't see me bring this over with everything else. I generally just keep some emergency supplies in it, but it's… a…"

I trailed off as something that should have occurred to me earlier hit me. I could store a person in my [Pocket Space]. If Valetta can't walk to the interdimensional corridor, I could just transport her to Japan directly with me in my [Pocket Space], completely bypassing whatever restrictions that prevent her from walking into the heart of the God's Woods. That would let me test out a few things with that corridor. And Valetta spoke Japanese well enough that-

"Kazura?" she asked, grabbing my attention.

"Sorry. An idea suddenly came to me. So, that's how I got this here."

I really wished I could abuse the [Pocket Space] more, since it would make moving stuff easier. Unfortunately, the standard pallet is over the 1 meter in both width and length. Granted, I didn't really need the pallet, but having everything neat and organized was just convenient. Still, at best, my dimensional storage gave me enough extra space for about two pallets worth of items.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Ah, sure," she answered, her face starting to turn red again.

I picked up her right hand, and really took in her tattoo. Surrounding my mark was a wreath of twined roots, forming a circle. In the circle were three small images. An open book, a blossoming flower, and an old metal key. The last one baffled me a bit.

"Did you ever wonder why your mark expanded?"

"Yes?" she nervously squeaked. I silently snorted when she didn't elaborate.

"This is what we call a tattoo. At its center is my mark. During those three days when it fills in, the mark adds more to the tattoo, based on the person, so every one will be unique. These three symbols, and even the circle of vines around it, represent you."

For what I'm sure was the millionth time, she stared at the back of her right hand, which I was still holding.

"I recognize the book and flower, but I don't know what that other one is."

I nodded, since that wasn't surprising, though it was still odd that it would show up in her tattoo.

"It's called a key." From her look, she didn't know what the word meant. "Keys are often paired with something called a lock. A lock is… Okay. In my homeland, our doors have a device on them that prevents them from being opened. They are locks. The side of the lock on the inside can be flipped so it will either lock the door, so nobody can open it, or unlock it, so it can be opened. On the outside is a keyhole. Someone that has a key designed for that lock can use it to unlock it and gain entry."

She thought about that for a moment, her mind understanding the basics of how a lock and key function.

"If these represent me, then what does the key mean?"

I could only shrug. "I don't know. The book could represent how smart you are, or maybe how you are driven to learn new things. A flower has a lot of meanings. Beauty, life, rebirth… And specific flowers have their own specific meaning. The key could mean something literal, that you open something. A key is also a symbol of trust and of freedom. You shouldn't worry about it. None of these are bad things, even if we don't know their exact meaning. Valetta is Valetta. That's all that matters."

She pursed her lips slightly as she stared at the tattoo, like it was a puzzle she could figure out.

"Now for my question. I have the ability to move these tattoos to other areas on your body. I'd like to move yours from the back of your hand-" I flipped her hand over and rubbed two fingers just below her wrist "-to here. You won't feel anything, and would only notice it when you look at see the tattoo moved. Would that be okay with you?"

She looked at me for a moment. "Why do you want to move it?" she asked.

"I feel that the back of the wrist is a more intimate area."

She shivered as my fingers slowly trailed down her arm. We saw there in silence for a few moments before I decided to bring up an important topic.

"You know how it's the food and medicine I bring from my homeland that gives everybody in the village such incredible strength and stamina?" She nodded. "I'm sure when I finally speak with Lord Nelson, he'll want me to share that blessing of strength with his soldiers."

"That seems likely," she agreed.

"There's no way I can bring enough food and medicine over to grant an entire army strength like that. Not for any meaningful amount of time, at least."

"Isn't that why you planted seeds from your god's realm in your garden to see if you can grow the food here?"

"It is," I replied, sliding my fingers down her arm until they reached her palm, then slid my fingers between hers, so we were holding hands. "It's only been a day, but I can tell we won't get the explosive growth with them that we get with yours. Your potatoes with compost take less than two weeks to be ready to harvest, and they are much larger than they normally are. The potatoes I brought take around fourteen weeks in my homeland to ripen. If that holds true here, which I think it will, that will be too long to begin producing food that will grant others the blessing."

"Hm…" she hummed, trying to think through the problem.

"I can personally speed up the process using my powers, but that's not a good solution, especially not for the volume we'd need. I might be able to work out a better solution in time, but not soon enough. And I can't be everywhere to help speed up the growth of plants."

She leaned into me a bit, so our shoulders were pressed into each other.

"No, you can't," she softly said. From her tone and the way she was pressing herself into me, I had to guess that she was thinking about me leaving the village for a good period of time to help other areas.

"My control over plants is my one power I can't really teach to others. However, my children will inherit it."

Her body stiffened at that, her reddened face turning to me at the mention of children.

"I'll need a lot of children, if we're going to spread god's food to other parts of this country. When they are old enough, they'll be able to maintain the fields outside of Grisea. It will take time, but we're immortal. As long as the results of whatever war is coming is favorable to us, we'll be able to slowly spread and help everybody."

Her face was completely red again, but now there was an amount of nervousness mixed in.

"How… how m-many children do you think y-you'll need?" she stammered, getting completely flustered. It really made her look absolutely adorable.

"I'd need to see a detailed map of Arcadia to have a better idea, but I think this territory alone would need at least six to give it enough coverage," I answered, keeping my voice neutral simply to enjoy her reaction more. "That's probably too low. Let's say ten, just to be safe."

"T-t-ten children?"

"Just for the Istria region," I clarified. "And it's just a guess. I definitely need to see some maps to have a better idea. But that's going to be a lot of children…"

I could tell she was beginning to panic at the thought of having so many of my children, and I didn't want her to have panic attack, so I got to the heart of the matter.

"I'm not expecting you to have them all, Val." My first use of a pet name for her. It felt right to say. "We'll certainly have some, but the children will need to be spread out amongst my other future wives." The panic disappeared with that bombshell drop, but I decided to pretend to take the face she was making another way. "Val, you do want to be my first wife, I hope. I don't know your customs for this sort of thing, so I apologize if I'm doing this wrong. Customs in my homeland vary greatly."

I slid off the bed, and knelt in front of her, so I was looking up at her.

"One of the more typical customs tends to involve the man kneeling in front of the woman and proposing." I took a deep breath as her eyes got wide. "Val, since I came to this village, you've been my constant companion. Your endless thirst for knowledge and desire to help is matched by your boundless compassion and caring. If I'm to help these people, I know I'll need you to help me do it. Will you, Valetta, be my first wife? And together with your future sister wives, help me improve the lives of the people of this land?"

I thought that came out rather corny, but that was my fault for adlibbing. I was leaning heavily on her innate compassion to help the mental influence of the binding, even if I didn't really need to. Still, the look on her face was a mixture of shock and happiness at my proposal meant I probably did good by her.

"Y-yes!" she exclaimed, throwing herself off the bed to tackle me in a hug, sending us both to the floor. "Yes, I will be your first wife!"

She held me, her head buried in my chest as she happily cried. I just held her in return, enjoying the feeling of her soft body on top of mine. Several minutes later, when she had regained some of her composure, her crimson face looked up at me. She pushed her body up, and moved so her face was much closer to mine.

"Hello??"

A familiar voice called out from the kitchen, breaking the moment. Valetta got all flustered again, and tried to push off me, but I just firmly held. Her eyes pleaded with me to let her go, but I just gave her a smile and shook my head.

"There you two are," her father said from the doorway. He had a 'cat that ate the canary' look on his face when he saw the two of us. "Huh. That's a big bed."

I just looked up at him. "Hi, dad," I said with a smile.

Valetta groaned, burying her face back in my chest. "Kazura..."

Valin blinked, then started laughing at his daughter's embarrassment. Knowing this was coming, I had a man-to-man talk with him about this. I had to sell the concept of multiple wives, and as long as I promised to always take care of his daughter, he was okay with it.

I gave him my word that I would for all of their very long lives.

===== ===== Valetta POV ===== =====​

"Where is she," she mumbled as she past the fields, trying to not look as frantic as she felt. She couldn't remember the last time nervous. Kazura seemed to have some natural ability to make her stomach feel strange and her face hot, but now… She agreed to marry him, and she knew she desperately needed help.

If only her mom was still alive… She was convinced her mom would have really liked Kazura, and not just because he was a god. He was nice to everybody, always willing to help, and has done so much to make everybody in the village safe, healthy, and happy. And he was funny and good looking with his exotic looks and smart and so many other things. They were all the things that drew her to him.

And now, with the tattoo on her hand- it's gone! No, it just moved to the spot on the back of her wrist, to a "more intimate area." Now she was more like him. She wasn't a god, but she wasn't like normal humans, either.

Yeah, she was sure her mom definitely would have liked him.

She really needed her mom's advice right now. Since she wasn't here, and she definitely couldn't go to her dad, she went searching for the one person she trusted the most outside of her father and Kazura. Just where was… There!

"Nina!"

Her best friend stopped washing clothes at the river, turning her head to see her quickly approaching. Tana was also there, washing her own large pile of clothes. Nina gave her friend a concerned look.

"Valetta? Is everything okay?"

"No!" she answered, but instantly corrected herself. "I mean, yes, everything's okay, but I really need your help."

"Ooookay… I don't think I've ever seen you act like this before. What do you need?"

She looked at Tana, but knew she could trust her. She's married, so she could probably help her more than Nina could. She felt like she was going to die from embarrassment, but that would be better than disappointing Kazura when they…

Her face was so hot she thought she'd catch fire.

"Valetta, what's wrong?" Tana asked, leaving her clothes on the side.

"Nothing! Nothing's wrong! It's just… Kazura asked me to marry him and I don't know what to do!"

Nina and Tana shared a look, both smiling at each other.

"Well, I suggest you say yes!" Tana said.

"Before someone else scoops him up." Nina added.

"I did say yes!" she quickly replied. "It's just… I don't know- I mean, I do know, but I don't want to… disappoint him…" She couldn't maintain the volume in her voice, letting it trail off until it was almost a whisper.

"Oh," Nina said, clearly understanding what her issue was, abandoning her clothes to give her a comforting hug.

"Valetta, did you mom tell you what happens between a husband and wife?" Tana gently asked in a very motherly voice.

"Yes," she replied, feeling too embarrassed to look her in the eyes. "I was ten when she explained things to me because I walked in on her and dad one too many times." How has her face not caught on fire yet? "I'm older now, and I know what she explained then isn't enough to help me now."

"I'll let you handle this," Nina said to Tana. "I'd just be repeating what my mom told me. You have a husband."

"I may have a daughter some day, so this will be good practice," the married woman said. "Have a seat. We can wash and talk." The trio started walking back to the piles of clothes. "The first think you need to know is that men are simple creatures."

"Kazura's definitely not simple," she quickly said, feeling like she had to defend her soon-to-be husband.

"I suppose you're right," Tana admitted. "Lord Kazura is a god. But he's still a man, and there are things you'll need to know as his wife. And god or not, there are certain things that every man likes…"

===== ===== Kazura Shino POV ===== =====​

It seemed amongst the peasantry that marriage customs were pretty varied by village and traditions. Generally, it just seemed like there would be a celebration feast if the newly married couple was staying in the village. There generally weren't any dowries, but that practice varies from village to village.

The standard practice was when two people want to get married, their families both need to approve of the couple. Next, the Village Chief needs to be informed. He or she could potentially prevent the marriage, but they'd have to have a very good reason, because villagers don't like it when their Chiefs make decisions that impact their personal lives like that.

Technically, a couple isn't considered marred until they consummate their relationship. In the olden days, a bloody bedsheet was required as proof of the coupling, but that tradition fell out of practice many generations ago.

One of the traditions here for newlyweds, which Valin told me was typical amongst with many villages, is for each member of the couple to eat their dinner with their own families, as a way for each family to privately celebrate before their children before they are officially 'adults'. Valetta would be eating dinner with her dad, which I'm sure is completely void of any awkwardness, bathing, generally with her friends, and then go to her new home.

I'd gotten clean earlier, and in similar fashion, had a number of the men with me. Valin wasn't present, but it's not like he hasn't seen me bathing in the past. There's not much modesty amongst the men when such activities are done in public. Each gender had their own designated area, and getting caught violating them warranted a severe punishment.

So, while Valetta was surrounded by naked women, probably getting advice on how to be a wife, I was eating cold pizza alone. The men gave me their own advice, some of it not horrible, but took most of it as them not being serious, due to the laughter and the "so that's why your wife is like that! Bwahaha!"

Fun times.

There wasn't much light left in the sky when there was a soft knock on the door. There's only one person it could be, and she'll need to get used to the idea that this was her house.

I slid open the door to find Valetta, her face burning as bright as the sun, carrying a small cloth sack in one hand, and a bucket full of her sundries in the other. I know he had more belongings, but she would pick them up tomorrow.

"Welcome home, Val," I said, stepping out of the way. She stepped inside the threshold.

"I'm… home…" she said, with the beginnings of tears in her eyes. I'd have been worried if [Communication Talent] wasn't telling me that they were happy tears.

After closing the door behind her, I took her bucket and sack, placed them on the ground, then wrapped her in a big hug, which she instantly reciprocated.

"Just so you know," I started, "if I catch you knocking before entering your own home, no books for two days."

She laughed, then looked up. "Then I better remember that I don't need to."

"Please do," I said, before giving her a quick kiss on her forehead, and letting her go. "Was your conversation with the girls as enlightening as mine with the guys?"

Her face got bright red again, and I just chuckled.

"Did they tell you all the tricks to make me happy and keep me in line? Maybe say something like you only need to keep a man fed and be active in bed to make him happy? And make sure you don't let him win too many arguments or he'll just take control of the relationship? And maybe a few tips on what to do in the bedroom?"

Her eyes got wide at my guesses.

"How… were you listening?"

I laughed, and walked over to the kitchen table where I had some tea prepared for her. "No. Women pretty much give the same advice to each other no matter the world." I motioned toward one of the seats, which she took. I picked up her cup of cooled tea, and used a bit of Firebending to heat it back up, just like Iroh would do in the show. Valetta regularly enjoyed the various teas I had, especially the effects of them. Tonight I'd picked Chamomile, because I knew my waifu would be rather nervous about tonight, and a bit of relaxation would help her.

"Thank you," she said as she accepted the reheated tea. She took a tiny sip, and then an awkward silence fall between us as her eyes stared at the steam rising from her cup. I held back a sigh, because I knew that I needed to take the lead and alleviate her anxiety.

"I know you're nervous, Val, but you don't need to be," I said. "The longer we've been together, the less you've held back your questions about things from my homeland, and eventually even your feelings, and I hope you feel I've been doing the same."

I paused to take a sip of my tea, and she quickly responded.

"You have! You've been so completely sharing, and answered just about every question I could ask. And… you have been showing me your feelings for me. I didn't even realize it until Nina pointed it out. The little looks and smiles you give me, the soft touches, always encouraging me to learn more. You… had become important to, so much that I was worried that you'd leave to go back home and I'd never see you again. Or that you being a god and me a human meant… Then you offered to make me more like you! So we can be together forever! And now I'm going to be your wife, and I'm just worried that I'll disappoint you…"

"You could never disappoint me," I said, then moved on to a different topic, motioning for her to continue drinking her tea before it cools. "Let me share some wisdom that was once shared with me. A relationship is a lot like a house with three walls. Each wall represents a different requirement for a good relationship. The first is respect. You respect me for what I am, what I do, and a number of other reasons. I respect you for your compassion, kindness, determination, and many other reasons. Most importantly, I respect you for the strong, fierce, loving woman I know you to be. Even if I'm a god and have all these powers, I'll always respect you enough to consider you my equal.

"The second wall is trust. We need to be able to take each other at our words, and be honest with each other. I don't see this ever being a problem between us.

"The third wall is love, and it is… complicated, like all emotions are. Just like a flower, it takes time to grow, but bets stronger and more beautiful as it does. I believe ours is in the early stages, but I know it will grow over time. An important part of that is how we express our love for each other, because it's more than just saying the words. Sometimes it will be as simple as us holding hands or sharing a look. Other times it will involve us being naked and, well, making passionate love with each other. If there's something you want to say, then say it. If there's something you want to do, then do it."

She took a big sip of her tea to hide her red face at the mention of love making. I just continued, nearing the finish of my little summary on what makes a healthy relationship.

"These walls are created by communicating. When need to talk about how we feel with each other. There will be times when we do something that upsets the other, or makes the other mad or sad or unhappy. When that happens, we need to talk about it. Neither of us have the ability to read the other's thoughts. If we don't talk about our problems, then they will never be solved, and that will just break the walls that hold our relationship together. That's why it's important we talk about anything and everything. Your problems are my problems, and my problems are your problems."

I felt all talked out, but a good husband alleviates his waifu's fears and concerns. I could tell from Valetta's body language that she had intently listened to every word I said, and was taking it as gospel, nodding in places as she agreed with me.

Taking a last swig of my tea as she thought about what I said, I set my cup down, and stood up. I walked the two steps so I was standing above her, and held out my hand for her to take. After looking at it for a moment, she out down her own nearly empty cup, accepted my hand, and stood.

We just intently gazed at each other for a few moments, before I leaned down and placed a soft, quick kiss on her lips, tasting a hint of apple on her lips from the tea. Still holding her hand, I picked up the solar lamp with my free one, and in silence, we walked into our bedroom. I placed the lap on a nightstand, then gave Valetta my full attention.

I brought both of my hands to her face, feeling the heat from her red cheeks as I cupped them. I slid them down her soft, perfect skin, her breathing increasing as they trailed down her long neck. Down they continued, running along the sides of her breasts over her dress, stopping at her waist. With a quick pull, the leather chord that acted like a belt became undone, and fell to the floor. My hands went back to work, making me squat as they slipped down along legs until they reached the hem of her dress.

My hands went underneath it, holding her bare skin, and slowly moved back up, taking her dress with it. Her dressed pushed up past her hips, revealing her precious golden flower that I couldn't wait to feast on. She shivered as my thumbs made contact with the sides of her breasts. She raised her hands without any prompting, and I pulled her dress over her head and arms, dropping it on the floor, leaving her standing before me in her naked glory.

"You're absolutely beautiful," I breathed, taking her perfectly sized… everything, before she gave in the urge to cover herself with her hands. I'd need to deal with some of the body hair another time with [Body Talent], but it was fine for tonight.

"Your turn," I said, staring into her blue eyes. She looked confused for only a moment before she realized what I meant. Her hands slowly, and a bit shakily, went to the hem of my shirt, and began pulling it up. I lifted my arms and helped her get it off me, letting it drop to the floor next to her dress.

She took in my bare chest. It wasn't the first time she'd seen me shirtless, but it was certainly the first time she was this close to me when I was in such a state. She surprised me by placing her hands on my chest, running them over muscles, the tips of her fingers brushing against my hard nipples.

"I never realized you were had absolutely no hair on your chest," she said. "Not even under your arms…"

I remained silent, and let her hands explore. They slowly moved down, until she reached my pants. Her fingers went to the leather chord acting as a belt, untying them. My pants didn't fall like she expected, so she was forced to do the job herself. Bending at her knees, she grabbed them by the sides, and with a strong tug, pulled them down.

In a scene that I couldn't have planned any better, my free cock, now nearly completely hard, popped up and hit her in the cheek.

She didn't move, and just stared at it with wide eyes as the seconds went. Then she looked like she was getting ready to panic.

"W-why's it so big?" she asked. "Tana didn't say it would be that big!"

Her words surprised me a bit. My enhanced dick was certainly impressive, but I'd seen bigger in professional porn. I'd seen other villagers when we were bathing, because you couldn't not see the when it's practically a social event and there's no modesty amongst men. I'd never seen any of the men aroused, so I had no idea how big they got, and you really couldn't judge dick size by their flaccid state. From Kazura's memories, he was pretty much a show-er. When he got aroused, he gained about an inch. The original me was a grow-er, looking lackluster when soft but pretty decent when aroused, practically doubling in size. None of the men seemed to be equipped with anything spectacular from what my peripherals caught, but that didn't really mean much.

"What did she say?" I asked, interested enough to bring our activities to a pause.

"That they would be like this long," holding her hands around what my eyes guessed some somewhere around five or so inches, "and this thick." Her small right hand formed a closed circle between her thumb and index finger. That didn't really mean too much to me, but I knew [Body Talent] made mine thick enough that one of her hand's wouldn't be able to fully close on it. It wasn't absurd, like a soda can, but was a good, girthy amount.

The entire thing was comical and arousing because she was still squatting, and my dick was right in her face, and I could feel the breath from her words on it.

"Every man is different," I simply said.

"There's no way that will fit…" she trailed off.

I chuckled. "It will," I stated. "Come." I put my hand on her arm, prodding her to stand up. With no fanfare, I scooped her up into my arms, eliciting a bit of a squeal of surprise form her, and after kicking my pants to the side, carried her over to the bed, dropping her right in the middle.

"Just relax," I ordered, taking both of her feet in my hands, and began rubbing them, digging my thumbs into the soles.

"Wha-aaaooooooh…"

She moaned as I took advantage of my earlier purchase of [Sticky Fingers]. It was five credits, but I wanted to make certain her first time was special, and I'm sure the Lure would be invaluable in the future.

The room filled with the music of her soft moans and mews as I let my hands tantrically worked up her legs. Her legs had parted a bit, partially due to my ministrations, partially due to her instinctually spreading them for me. I had a clear view of her sweet womanhood. In the limited light provided by the lamp, I could see it glistening in her arousal, some of her blond pubic hairs sticking to it.

As my hands reached her thighs, her moans got louder as her legs parted further, and my plan to give her a full body massage disappeared.

My head dove between her thighs, and before she could question what I was doing, my tongue began tracing along her lips, before pushing into her. When my nose rubbed against her little clit, she let out a long moan, her thighs pressing dangerously on my head as her body shook. [Sexual Calibration] would ensure that she couldn't actually hurt me with her strength, but for the brief moment before my brain remembered that, I was worried.

I didn't get her a chance to rest, and continued to eat her out. Her hands gripped the bedsheets as orally gave her two more orgasms, each more intense than the previous.

Deciding that was enough, I pulled my head out of her deliciousness, and positioned myself to finally claim her. I rested my full hardness along her sex, making sure my foreskin was fully pulled back, and slowly slid it back and forth, making sure it rubbed her clit.

Her eyes partially opened, knowing that she was about to truly become a woman and my wife.

"Kazura," she mewed. She raised both of her hands towards me, and I leaned down into them, letting her pull me into an embrace. My lips found hers, and even though she was inexperienced with kissing, once my tongue invaded her mouth, hers reacted as they seemed to fight for dominance. When I broke our oral dance so she could breath, our eyes met.

"I love you, Kazura," she got out between breaths.

"I love you, Valetta," I returned, staring directly into her deep blue eyes.

"Make me… your wife, Kazura," she softly insisted.

I reached down between us, grabbing my cock and positioning it at her entrance, and slowly slid the tip in.

She tried to keep eye contact with me, but her beautiful blues rolled up as more of me slid into her, until she couldn't keep them open any longer. Her pussy was incredibly tight, and definitely the most wonderful sensation I'd ever experienced. When I finally bottomed out, she came again. Loudly.

The internal spasms massaged my cock to the point that I was getting concerned that I wouldn't last nearly as long as I'd like. I knew I was good for multiple rounds, but I didn't want the first time to happen too fast. The original plan was, after the massage, for us to take time exploring each other's bodies, but no plan survives contact with a long-awaited pussy.

For this wonderful and beautiful girl beneath me, whose face made the cutest expressions when she moaned, I'd fine a way to make it last.

===== ===== ===== ===== =====​

I wondered if anybody noticed the vine rise out of the ground and open the shutters to my house. It was certainly early enough that many villagers wouldn't be out and about yet, but some got to work pretty early.

Valetta's naked body was pressed into me, our arms holding each other. There was definitely a good amount of sweat covering both of us. That made me feel dirtier than the dried cum on the bed and on our bodies. I didn't fall asleep embedded in her, but my cock was firmly between her legs when she finally passed out, and stayed there.

I came in her three times- bless that no refractory period -which resulted in the sticky mess I woke up in. It was definitely worth it, having the most incredible sex I've ever experienced. And I'm sure once Valetta gains more sexual confidence, it will only get better.

It had been growing brighter outside, and I've been hearing sounds of life outside for some time now, that I had to wonder how long my waifu was going to stay sleeping. She definitely deserved to stay in bed for as long as she wanted, but today I was going to teach her how to use the laptop. I'd need to set up the solar panel for the portable charger I purchased for it, but that wouldn't take long. I'd put enough information on the laptop to keep Valetta busy learning for quite some time, on a variety of topics that I thought would be useful.

Running my fingers along her spine didn't produce any effect on her. She just continued to cling to me, breathing at a slow and steady pace.

"You truly are a beautiful girl," I marveled at her, kissing the top of her head. "I'll give you awhile longer."

Closing my eyes, I forgot about all the shit that needed to be done, and just enjoyed the moment.

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A/N: Phew, what a long chapter. My general goals are in the 5-6k range, and this one hit 10k. There were somet hings I needed this chapter to accomplish, though, and I hate cliffhangers or separating what I would consider a chapter into parts.

I'll admit that it never occurred to me until I was writing this chapter that Pocket Space was a way to get around the inability to bring people from Other World to Japan. Maybe Valetta will get to take a trip. I sure a 25 year old Japanese man walking around all lovey dovey with a 15 year old blond haired, blue eyed girl of Western descent wouldn't raise any eyebrows. Paper Trail would only make her look legal. It wouldn't make a relationship with her legal. That's something Kazura will have to figure out when he's ready to bring her over.

I enjoy all the conversations and theory crafting for the medieval super soldiers. It's given me some good ideas. What are people thinking for cavalry (super human soldiers and super horses)? I know the typical weapons were lances and swords. Since bows won't work, there's of course spears/pillum/javelins for ranged attack. I'm thinking for the speeds at which they'd be moving, a bladed/slicing weapon would work best, as the impact from a blunted weapon would have a greater delay/recover than a sword (or some other long bladed weapon).View This ThreadUnread Watched Threads

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Amber's Grounding And Its Consequences (2,709 Words)

My job as an artist gave me XP, and I had wound up doing all the chores around the house, including mowing the lawn, which also gave me XP, and frequently I'd get XP for various tasks assigned to me during practice. I got the impression Coach Grenville had realized that I was much more motivated when I was given some kind of specific, numerical goal (since that often created a quick quest), because he'd started giving me more and more of those. He did spread them out too, and it seemed... decently effective on the other guys.

It was getting increasingly hard to objectively evaluate them. Now that I was actually seriously playing, I was increasingly stomping all over them. It wasn't quite like playing with a bunch of children or fighting off a women's soccer team in football, but it was definitely that kind of experience to a lesser extent. It felt good, though, even if I knew it was just due to me basically having a cheat. I had looked up how much the average NFL player made, which was literally millions of dollars. If I got into it, it would also act like a multiplier on any other earnings I had. At present, I was "a good artist" online, with random people spending upwards of $500 (generally much less) to commission pictures of their RPG characters and covers for their books and the like. If I was also "that good artist, who also is an NFL player"? I obviously could make way, way more money.

Back on topic, I managed to level up again from all the work I was putting into that stuff, though my levels were getting fewer and further between. I did have a quest that was sitting in my log - have a threesome with Amber and Jenny - and had a big chunk of XP associated with it, but I wasn't to the point of just doing whatever dumb shit my quest log said because it would get me my XP.

I wanted to do that because I was a horny teenager and my cute girlfriend I liked had been the one who suggested it. The XP was just a bonus.

So, instead, I sat there, staring at my stats once more. I hadn't increased my Strength, Agility, or Endurance in over a month by the time that Amber got grounded, and I suspected that with my current level of strain, I might not even be getting any XP. Certainly not enough to tick them up any time soon. I considered just buying those stats up, if I was going to possibly go for a professional athletic career, but, I figured that if I wound up doing that, I'd get even more money.

Thinking about that sent my mind to wondering whether football was the best paying athletic career. It seemed obvious, football was the most popular sport in America, right? But I decided to look it up, just to check - and it turns out that basketball players get paid even more. Almost twice as much, in fact. Our school didn't have a basketball team, though, so I went out and bought a hoop and ball and started practicing at home. I wasn't as tall as your classic basketball player, but, I had a superpower, so...

I tried to figure out how to turn a potential football career into an actual basketball career. Maybe once I got into college, I could try out for a basketball team? I'd probably be able to get in, even if initially I wouldn't be at professional levels, some training and building up the relevant skills - just by practicing in the yard, I was already starting to develop a free throw skill, but there were others that I obviously couldn't develop without somebody else to compete with - would put me up there soon enough. I could spend points to boost my Agility, too...

I spent the points from my most recent level on Intelligence and Wisdom again, though. I was pretty sure that, even with my slowing rate of leveling - similar quests gave less XP, and the total XP to next level got lower - I'd level up again before I went to college, or shortly thereafter.

The local YMCA, it turns out, did have a basketball court, so I bought a membership there to improve my practicing, joining in on random games and doing my best to push myself. The other people were just hobbyists playing for fun, but they did provide me with the opportunity to boost some of my basketball-related skills, like dribbling and stealing. I knew I'd probably pretty quickly eclipse them to the point I wouldn't get much out of it any more, just gauging by how my football scores had worked and the level of play, but "pretty quickly" would probably be at least two months, so it was worth the fee.

I couldn't speed up Amber's release from grounding any, so I threw myself into practice, texting her intermittently (she at least still had phone privileges). She wanted to sext, but even though I very definitely also wanted to sext, my high Wisdom meant I considered it way too risky. At least, not if there was any chance of her dad finding out about it...

I got a couple of books on cybersecurity and printed some pages on securing your phone, ate them for the relevant skills, and brought a USB cable and my laptop to school with me. I didn't actually know how Amber's dad had found her via GPS - snooping program that had been installed when Amber was much younger? Just some part of the family plan automatically included? So I decided to actually go through her phone to make sure there wasn't anything like that on it.

I don't actually know if there was, but there was definitely a bunch of malware that she had downloaded onto it. Nothing really awful, but the kind of stuff that meant her phone was slowed down and feeding info back to various companies. I deleted all that crap, and as far as I could tell, there were no more security exploits on it - no baby monitor type stuff. I handed her phone back to her. "I think it's clean," I told her.

"Cool," she said. "So... does that mean..." she trailed off meaningfully, looking into my eyes. "We can send pics now?"

"Well... if we use Snapchat, it should be fine," I told her, and she nodded. I helped make sure that when she installed Snapchat on her phone, she had all the right features set up. "Make sure you do it in a locked room," I told her, and she let out a small laugh at that.

"Don't worry. I don't want Dad seeing me naked either." She paused for a moment, glancing at me. "Only you." The words were said almost casually, but that made it even hotter, and I seriously considered for a moment how we could have sex during the school day.

"When's he going to let up on your grounding?" I asked her.

She shrugged. "I think soon. He's just ticked I lied to him... well, the sex probably didn't help, either." She sighed and let out a breath.

For a while, we exchanged sexts, with me taking nudes of myself, and Amber taking nudes of herself, and various sexually charged descriptions of what I might do to her, or she might do to me, included. They were unbelievably hot, and fun. I also could not help but notice that I was getting a sexting skill by doing it. Which just encouraged me to do it more, obviously.

At some point in the sexting, Amber started mentioning Jenny during them, idly wondering what it'd be like to watch me fucking her friend, or asking what I'd want to do to her under those situations. I, obviously, reciprocated these texts, being a horny teenage boy whose girlfriend was suggesting he have sex with her friend, and seemed deeply aroused to the possibility.

When Amber's grounding finally ended, we discussed for a bit how to make 'it' happen. In retrospect, I'd fucked up by suggesting we all come over to my place to stay the night. I decided to spend some of my money buying a Wii-U and a few multiplayer games and a few remotes. (I wanted nice things anyway, and those were the kinds of nice things I could afford now.) Then I asked my parents if I could have Amber and Jenny over to try them out, with the pair also expressing their interest in the games I'd bought. The first time the pair came over, my parents were home and we just played video games, ate some food, and then I saw them both off without much more than a chaste kiss shared with Amber.

The second time, my parents weren't home, and we were operating on a time crunch, so we didn't waste time with much in the way of foreplay. I made sure to have a pretty clear schedule of it, and even sexted a bit with Jenny, to the point of sending a couple nudes (after taking similar measures to Amber to ensure no third parties saw), to minimize the amount of warm-up that would be necessary once she was actually there.

Amber was allowed to come over to my place - and that was, in fact, where she was coming, so no risk of her dad checking her location again - so long as Jenny was also present. Obviously, her dad figured that Jenny would not just be sitting in the living room while Amber and I fucked, or, if she was, he could figure that out one way or another. He was probably right, but the plan wasn't for Jenny to sit in the living room while Amber and I fucked.

We pretty much immediately went to my bedroom, with me sitting on the bed, Jenny on one side of me, Amber standing up against the wall, a heat to her cheeks as she just stared at the two of us. Her tongue flicked out over her lips as Jenny and I got mentally prepared to have sex in front of somebody. Even with my horny teenage brain, it still felt a tad awkward.

"So, do we, like, start with kissing?" Jenny prompted. "Or should we not do that?"

"Kissing's fine," Amber said.

I took that as a starting signal, and slowly leaned in towards Jenny, making about ninety percent of the trip. She hesitated for a moment, then leaned in the rest of the way, her lips meeting mine. It was weird, kissing someone who wasn't my girlfriend, right in front of said girlfriend - but said girlfriend fortunately didn't seem to mind, just quietly staring with obvious interest. Slowly, the kiss transformed from soft and gentle to more forceful, and I moved to lay Jenny on her back, just keeping on kissing her all the while. I didn't want to jump to disrobing her, so we just made out like that for a bit, my hands sliding along her body, her own hands eventually starting to reciprocate by brushing through my scalp. I was rock hard, but I knew it could take longer for girls to get going, particularly in a casual sex type environment.

I broke off the kiss after a minute, enjoying as Jenny just panted beneath me, catching her breath. My hand slid along her thigh, towards her groin, and I kept a constant, careful watch on her face as my fingers found her zipper. She just quietly nodded, blushing a little, sparing a glance over for Amber, who was just smiling at the scene before her, one hand on her chin, finger curling atop her lips as she watched with obvious interest.

When I had Jenny's pants and panties off, I didn't immediately rush to sex. I didn't have a condom on, for one. Instead, I leaned down, finding her pussy and starting to softly kiss at it, running my tongue along her lower lips and making her pant and sigh, her breathing becoming louder with pleasure as we carried on like that. I found my way to her clit quite quickly, starting to work it over with my lips and fingers as I slid up and down, and it only took me a couple minutes to make her come that way - the advantage of long practice with Amber and ever-increasing skills born of my power. Once that was done, I stripped her the rest of the way naked, admiring her blushing beauty for a moment before starting to strip myself.

Once we were both naked... "I like it more from behind," she said, interrupting my thoughts, and I nodded, gently grasping her hips and twisting her around, hefting her butt up in the air. I grabbed a condom, put it on, and then I pressed my dick up against her wet slit, taking a moment before starting to slide inside.

It was easier in that position to play with her clit, and also easier to spare the occasional glance over to Amber without feeling like a dick for ignoring Jenny. As I slowly pushed my way inside her, fingers gently making a circular movement around her clit, trying to find just the right angle for her, I looked over at Amber. The was a clear light of arousal in her gaze as she watched me have sex with her friend, the girl in question bouncing a little from each thrust I gave her, despite how relatively gentle I was starting off with. My hand groped her ass cheek, experimentally, and she didn't seem to mind, or particularly like it, so I reached around to her breasts. They were modest, but felt quite nice in my hand, as I continued to play with her clit, having found just the right angle.

"Fuh, fuck," Jenny panted out, starting to pump her hips back against mine in this lazy, but clearly aroused movement. "Damn... he's really good..." She bit her lip, then came just a few seconds later, shivering softly, the strength going out of her arms as she slumped forward. I slowed my pace inside her, continuing to softly play with her clit as I just enjoyed the feeling of her pussy pulsing around my dick.

With a mix of my own experiences with Amber, the condom, and the fact that my stats applied across the board and I'd been working hard to bring up my physical stats to their limits... I managed to go for a full half hour without coming. Jenny came about a dozen times in that space, and when I'd glance over to Amber to see if she'd gotten bored of watching, I'd always be reassured she hadn't, as she stared at the space where our bodies met.

We stopped, not because I came, but because Amber's phone went off. I immediately stopped my movements inside Jenny, letting her roll onto her back on the bed, panting as she laid there. Amber spoke to her father for a half-minute. "Here, Jenny," she said, holding the phone.

"He~ey, Mr. White," Jenny said. "Nah, just- just a little out of breath. Shaun's got a basketball hoop, we were playing some of that. Amber's not doing any hanky-panky, don't worry," she said. "Shaun's been with me the whole time." A brief pause. "Gotcha." She pushed the phone back towards Amber, and less than a minute later, we got back our peace. "Did you come?" Jenny asked, her gaze on my dick, and I shook my head. She let out a laugh. "Fuuuck. Man. Brian was lucky to make me come once without coming himself, even with a rubber. I think I need a break."

"Would it bother you if I had sex with him now?" Amber asked; Jenny shook her head, wiggling to one side of my bed to give the pair of us more space. In short order, I'd switched out condoms and started thrusting into Amber, kissing her on the lips and throat as I played with her clit with a practiced skill. She came even faster than usual.View This ThreadUnread Watched Threads

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A/N: Time to find out what Nebula and the others were doing all this time... also the setup for a threesome that's been five years in the making lmao.

-x-X-x-

One would have expected Captain Marvel, now known as Captain Milkers, to be the last powerful entity to take umbrage with our conquest of Xandar. But to my surprise and bewilderment, I felt multiple someone else's of similar power approaching the planet within just a couple of days. And felt was indeed the right word for it, because I knew they were coming long before they even made it to the planet's surface.

This was because I had a… unique connection to the group in question, and ultimately, I found myself curious to what had caused such an… immense change as I was feeling. Honestly, it was difficult to quantify exactly what I was feeling. But I knew one thing for absolute certain… while I had kept the Guardians of the Galaxy from ever having to save Xandar from Ronan, and thus dramatically weakened any connection they might have had to the planet, they were still a bunch of do-gooders at heart, even if they probably weren't even called the Guardians of the Galaxy this time around.

That all said, I used my growing influence over Hela to push her and our shared new pets… not quite into hiding, but certainly out of sight and out of mind. It was impossible to hide the fact that Xandar had been conquered by Asgardians, but I wanted to have this meeting with the Guardians alone. As she normally was, being a complete control freak, Hela would likely have refused, begun to grow paranoid, and eventually cut me down before I could stab her in the back.

Luckily, we were closer than that by this point… and by closer, I mean that I'd wormed my way into her mind enough with the Infinity Stones that while she wasn't completely submissive or utterly loyal to me, she wouldn't betray me first. Not without me taking direction action against her, which I feel I must stress, I wasn't planning on doing.

Regardless, all of this meant that I met the would-be Guardians alone, standing on a cleared off platform watching the Milano land and waiting for them to all come out. Of course, the first one off the ship wasn't at all unexpected… it had been quite some time since Nebula, and I had last seen each other after all.

To think, a few months back I had been regretting sending Nebula off into space to search out her sister and friends. Now, I was somewhat glad I'd done so, if only because she hadn't gotten caught up in the Earthlings' betrayal of me. Whether they would have tried to turn her against me like they did Darcy, or whether they simply would have killed her off hand like they did the Hydra Hybrids, I knew not. What I did know was that she was alive and well, and that was good.

Of course, the state she's in when she exits the ship and sashays her way towards me with a wide smile on her face isn't what I'm expecting. For one… she has hair. Back when I'd remade her, I thought I'd healed her entirely of all her cybernetic parts. I'd remade her, rebuilt her into Hybrid version of her species. But apparently, after she'd left me, she'd done some further healing, because now she had a full head of shoulder-length blonde hair.

It wasn't the color I would have expected, but admittedly, it went surprisingly well with her blue skin. An electrifying combination of yellow and blue, so to speak. And truly, she pulled it off well, even as she got closer and closer, licking her lips. Needless to say, I'm not surprised when she abruptly jumps into my arms. All too ready for it, I hold her aloft as she clings to me like a spider monkey, doing her level best to stick her tongue down my throat as I in turn do the same to her.

As we makeout heatedly, me and my Luphomoid pet, the others slowly begin making their way out of the ship as well. I don't have to see them to know this, I can FEEL them even now… just as I can feel Nebula differently than I ever could before.

Finally, I disengage our lip lock and she clamors down out of my arms, allowing me to take her by her shoulders and get a good, hard look at her… her and her eyes. See, that was the only other telltale sign that shit had hit the fan beyond the lush blonde locks. Nebula's eyes… they were like galaxies, filled with infinite stars rather than the black pools that had been there when I'd last seen her.

Frowning, I shake my head before tilting it questioningly.

"Nebula… what happened?"

"Much, Master. I have had quite the adventure with my sister and her friends since we last spoke."

Before she can elaborate further, the rest of the group reaches them and I have Nebula step aside, placing an arm around her shoulders and giving the would-be Guardians of the Galaxy a broad smile. Or rather… the would-be Guardians sans Drax the Destroyer.

Indeed, before me stands Peter Quill, Gamora, Rocket, and Groot. There's also a fifth one, a strange bug-like female with antenna coming out of her forehead, but when I glance her way, she averts her gaze, seeming painfully shy. And, unlike Peter, Gamora, and Rocket, she doesn't have the same eyes as Nebula. No, that's something only those four share… those eyes of infinite pitch black space and stars.

"Well now, hello again all of you. Seems that my Nebula was able to find you as I ordered her to. Can I assume she was of help in whatever your endeavors might have been?"

Exchanging looks between themselves for a moment, it's Peter who speaks up, slowly nodding.

"Yeah, she was, uh… she's been a big help."

Back when I'd last left these three on Knowhere, they'd been normal beings. However, after transforming Drax into a Hybrid, I'd given them all my blood as well, so they would have the option to drink it and become Hybrids in turn, if they wanted to. Judging by what I was feeling now, all three had taken me up on that offer. Still, smiling blandly, I don't point out the elephant in the room, instead focusing on the elephant that's conspicuously absent instead.

"No Drax?"

For a brief moment, there's confusion. Then, Peter blinks and shakes his head.

"Huh? Oh, no. He didn't stick around. Wanted to take his newfound strength straight to Thanos."

Snorting derisively, arms crossed over his chest, Rocket speaks up, drawing my gaze and the gazes of the others downwards.

"Yeah, and given the shitshow we're dealing with now, he didn't do shit either."

I raise an eyebrow at that, even as Gamora shushes Rocket. Peter grimaces but then looks around after a moment, clearly trying to change the subject.

"You… you do this to Xandar?"

While the platform that he landed the Milano on is mostly intact, the destruction of Xandar is apparent all around us, ruins stretching on for miles and miles. Looking around alongside him, I of course am quick to bloviate.

"Oh, not entirely me no. This handiwork can be lain mostly at the feet of the new Asgardian Queen, Hela. She styles herself as the Goddess of Death, you see."

That gets a jolt from Peter, Gamora, and Rocket, with more glances exchanged that I pretend not to notice as I continue on.

"Turns out the previous Asgardian King, Odin Allfather, locked his daughter away in some prison dimension for the last however many thousands of years. When he died, she was finally freed. Needless to say, she's been eager to get back to work."

It's Gamora who speaks up here, sounding guarded… but not as standoffish as I would have thought.

"Back to work…?"

Her leading question receives a shrug and a nod from me, along with a smile as if to say, 'what can you do?'.

"Yes. Conquering the Universe."

That sends a thrum of tension through the group, but they aren't really heroes, I note. They aren't immediately or automatically morally objecting to the idea, but more nervous about how it will affect them personally or as a group. I can tell that, because of my actions, the true Guardians of the Galaxy never had a chance to form. These are selfish mercenaries at most, more concerned with their own affairs. That's good, I can work with that.

As well, there's something else… but I'm still unraveling it in the background, so for the time being, I focus on the present and raise a brow, gesturing to their faces.

"I can tell that you all took me up on my offer of immortality, but this thing with your eyes… I must admit, that's new as far as I'm concerned. Did something else momentous happen recently?"

Peter winces, Gamora averts her gaze, and the bug girl literally hunches in on herself like hunted prey… but Rocket, being Rocket, is as ready to be standoffish and blunt as ever as he lets out a bark of laughter and gives me the answer I seek.

"Yeah. We ate Peter's dad."

Okay, so maybe that doesn't fully explain things. Luckily for me, I have a woman on the inside. Nebula leans in close, her lips brushing against my ear as she swiftly elaborates for me.

"Quill's father turned out to be a Celestial, sir. Maybe the last living one in existence if his ranting was to be believed. When he pushed too hard with Quill, things got violent."

They can, of course, all hear Nebula's murmuring, given their own enhanced senses. As Rocket nods along with Nebula's explanation, Peter just lets out a sheepish laugh and rubs the back of his head.

"Alright, guess we're just telling him everything. Yeah, I met my dad. Turned out he was a Celestial and planning on remaking the entire universe in his image or something. But he needed my help to do it. And, uh… well, it turned out he killed my mom. Not cancer, not illness… but him. He didn't need her anymore and couldn't stand the thought of her potentially moving on and forgetting about him, so he fucking killed her."

By the time Peter is done elaborating, his own arms are crossed and he's gripping them tightly, his voice reverbing slightly as he growls out the final words. Then, just as quickly, the anger seems to go out of him, and he looks to be at something of a loss.

"I lost control… others did too, or they decided to help me. We uh, we fed. On my father. Who was also a planet, apparently. Like Rocket said… we ate him."

That was… incredibly disturbing on so many levels, and here I was as a millennia-old Hybrid who had practically written the book on disturbing shit. Of course, it was disturbing because it meant I didn't quite know where I stood with the three in front of me. Hell, I didn't even know where I stood with Nebula. Hybrids were one thing. I could control Hybrids (Earthlings aside, of course). But Celestial Hybrids… they were something entirely new.

I'd stopped the Guardians of the Galaxy from fully forming up, but in the process, it looked like I'd created something else entirely. Whether that something else was worse or better, I honestly didn't know. Of course, my silence as I digested all of this was… palpable.

"Oi. You better not be judging us, fuckface. It was us or him, full stop. Entirely fucking planet came alive trying to eat us. So yeah, I turned around and started fucking eating first. Fucker didn't like that one bit, lemme tell ya."

Rocket sounds almost proud of what they'd done, and at least some part of both Peter and Gamora must agree with him, because they have small smiles on their faces as well. Nebula, meanwhile, is as close to me as ever… and as I stand there, I finally finish unraveling that thing that was nagging at me in the background. As it hits me, as clarity strikes… I can't help but grin a wide, wicked grin.

"I see. No judgment here, my furry friend. Indeed, I know all about what it takes to survive. You lot did the only thing you could do, and it's left you changed… but that's not necessarily a bad thing, is it? Indeed, you three and Nebula are closer together than ever before, aren't you?"

There's some defensive looks, some looks of discomfort… but there's no denying what I've said. In fact, 'closer together' was probably an understatement. Frankly, it was shocking they weren't completely hive-minding. When it came to Peter, Gamora, and Rocket, I attributed that to them all being singularly strong-willed individual entities. They were independent to the extreme, and that was obvious.

Meanwhile, Nebula was mine.

It didn't matter that she'd eaten some Celestial, she was an extension of my will and existed to serve me. And that was the kicker. That was the real reason that the others, who would have been Guardians of the Galaxy in another life, weren't raising more of a fuss about Xandar and all the death and destruction around us. That was why they weren't more confrontational.

Because Nebula, my sweet pet, was using her connection to the other three to tamp down on their aggression and make them more amicable towards me. And as I finish unraveling that little mystery behind their new existences with the Mind Stone and she notices me finally paying attention, I feel it as Nebula's mental presence brushes up against mine in delight… and then hands the metaphysical reins over to me without a second thought.

Like that, I effectively have a backdoor into the drastically altered heads of the would-be Guardians. As they are now, as Celestial Hybrids, I probably wouldn't have been able to control them subtly. It would have been a fight first like with Carol, and I honestly wasn't sure how that would have gone. But thanks to Nebula, that wouldn't be necessary. They were mine already and everything else was a formality.

Still, no reason to be rude. I only wanted to do one thing with one of the three after we were done chatting, something I had held myself back from doing the first time around, but now saw no point in avoiding. But first…

I clap my hands together, causing them all to jump and jolt from their momentary introspection. Smiling, I rub my palms together.

"Right then. Storytime aside, what brings you all to Xandar? I highly doubt you showed up to try and save the day like Captain Marvel a few cycles back."

"Whoa, Captain Marvel was here? And she lost?"

"Is here. And yes, she lost… most satisfactorily. Do-gooders always think they're the strongest until they find out they aren't. But of course, we all know the universe is far from fair and that good and evil are childish concepts at best, don't we?"

Slowly, they nod in agreement with me. Of course they do, I tell them to.

"So? Why exactly ARE you all here?"

Another exchange of glances, before finally Peter lets out a loud sigh.

"We were hoping to get your help. We're being hunted… by Thanos."

Even Nebula beside me clutches at me a little tighter at the name of the monster who had forced her to call him father. Gamora, meanwhile, looks both afraid and determined, while Rocket just looks afraid. Groot is… Groot.

"I see. Has this been an ongoing thing?"

"Eh, sort of? He's been chasing after us for a while, yeah. We think it's because-grk!"

Gamora suddenly elbows Peter in the side, silencing him as she glares at him furiously. Whatever it was he was about to say, she didn't want it said out loud to me. How… unfortunate. But I understood. Trust had to be earned. I just smile, even as Peter makes a big show of pouting and rubbing his side even though his new constitution had to have made that barely sting.

"Right, right. Okay so Thanos wants Gamora. That's really all you need to know. He might want Nebula too, but Gamora was always his favorite and all that jazz. So, he's been hunting us… but in the last couple months, it's gotten worse. Like, him turning his entire fucking army to finding Gamora levels of worse. Something's lit a fire under his ass and he's not stopping for nothing."

I could imagine. The two Children of Thanos I'd killed on Sakaar must have lit a fire under the Mad Titan's ass. What he wanted Gamora for, I didn't know. But I could find out easily enough. And at the same time…

For a brief moment, I look down at my free hand, the one not currently holding Nebula's shoulder. I stare at it for a second, feeling the energy of four Infinity Stones rushing through my body. Four Fragments of the Infinite at my disposal, and with the fifth practically mine already by conquest. Boudicca would protect the Time Stone until I asked for it, and then she'd hand it over willingly, as a good little servant.

I had no idea where the Soul Stone was, or what it's powers might be. If it could trump the other stones, that would certainly be bad… but if anyone would have known if Thanos already had a stone, it would be these people, wouldn't it?

"And his search for the Infinity Stones? How goes that?"

Another exchange of glances, making it clearer and clearer that there's plenty they aren't telling me. That's fine though, it just makes me feel less and less guilty about what I'm going to do next.

As they work out silently what exactly they're going to tell me, I'm already laying the foundation of my next move with Nebula actively helping me every step of the way and the three other Celestial Hybrids in front of me none the wiser. Finally, Gamora is the one who speaks.

"He doesn't have any that we know of… yet. They elude him at every turn, making him more and more desperate… and more and more dangerous."

Giving Gamora in particular a winning smile, I give her a grateful nod.

"I'll keep that in mind."

Looking to the rest of the group, I shrug my shoulders.

"Right then… I'm happy to give you all protection from Thanos. In fact, I'll be completely up front with you… I'm happy to use you all as bait to lure him in so we can finally kill him outright. Now is as good a time as any. So… stick around and let's wait for the Mad Titan and his armies to arrive, shall we? In the meantime, just relax… take a load off… you're among allies now. You're safe."

I doubt they all believe me, but even as we say our goodbyes and make plans to meet to discuss battle strategy the next day, I see Gamora sneaking speculative glances my way. When our eyes meet, I give her a roguish grin and a wink, and to my utter delight the former Zehoberei assassin actually blushes and darts her gaze away.

Oh yeah… this was finally happening.

-x-X-x-

Later that night, I've left both our pets and my pets with Hela to entertain the Asgardian Queen. Between Brunnhilde, Sylvie, Irina Rael, and 'Captain Milkers', I expected the four ladies to be able to keep Hela busy… or at least satisfy her savage and vicious impulses for one night. Meanwhile, I was alone in a different set of quarters, ready and waiting to receive my nighttime visitors.

When the door to the room opens and Nebula steps in, I smile at her… and she smiles right back at me, sending across a sensation of 'Mission Accomplished' as she steps aside to reveal… Gamora, her sister, looking nervous but also very interested, fidgeting like some fresh maiden instead of the battle-hardened warrior she's supposed to be.

But then, with the backdoor Nebula had granted me into the other Celestial Hybrid's brains, Gamora, Peter, and Rocket could be whatever I wanted them to be. Luckily for them, I had no desire to change much of anything at all, besides making sure that their unwillingness to attack me remained, permanently.

Gamora though… I had foregone a chance at a threesome with the two adoptive sisters back when I'd first met the would-be Guardians. Gamora and Nebula in the same bed… I should have gone for it ages ago.

Now that I'd given up on being The Hero, it seemed like the perfect time to make up for lost mistakes. And so Gamora was here before me, with Nebula as well. Giving Gamora a nod and a smile, I rise from the bed.

"I'm glad you joined us tonight, Gamora. I'm sure the three of us will have quite a bit of fun together."

We would. I'd make sure of it.

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