The very first thing that happened afterwards was not what I had expected. I was expecting a gasp or some complaints, but what I got was a beautiful, surprising moan. It was so surprising that Kayla herself covered her mouth in shock, looking back at me with wide eyes. Realizing that she was actually enjoying this, I smirked and began pumping, enjoying the different sensation. It was the first time I had ever tried this sort of thing, so I was a bit worried about how it would feel, but those worries were groundless. The inside of her ass felt remarkably different from the inside of her vagina. It was not the same sticky, soft sensation. It was, instead, a tight, hot, fleshy feeling that encompassed my entire cock, refusing to let go even as I pumped back and forth rapidly.
It held on so well in fact that I was a bit concerned about pulling out, as I thought it might come with me. And that was a sight I did not want to see. But my worries were groundless once more as just before it stretched too far it released me, allowing me to pull out fully. Kayla couldn't even think anymore, as the sensation of my cock in her ass seemed to have short-circuited her brain into resetting to its more primal instincts.
Her moans continued even with my cock now missing from her ass, as she was still enjoying what was left of the sensation. So I decided to give her what she wanted, putting my rod back into her shoot, once again taking it roughly. This time, I lowered the amount of light magic I used, making it so she could feel some pain, but dampening it so that it wouldn't hurt too much. I wanted to see how she would react, but her reaction didn't change.
So I turned off the magic entirely, her ass was already clean so I didn't need to continue with it. This time there was a noticeable difference in her reaction. Her pleasure had *increased*. It was something I had not expected, as her face betrayed the fact that the pain was actually something she enjoyed.
A brief thought crossed my mind. I wondered if she was originally like this, or if Mimi and my actions had changed her to become like this. Either way, I felt bad for her lover, he probably wouldn't be able to satisfy her again. It was what I had wanted, but I still had a bit of empathy left for him, just a bit.
While I was pondering these thoughts, I was nearing the end of my rope on my journey into her forbidden temple, and as much as I wanted to pump it into her ass, it seemed to be a waste. So just before I came, in the middle of her cumming for what seemed like the third time on her ass alone, I pulled out and quickly shoved it into her vagina, letting loose on her insides once again.
I honestly couldn't decide which hole I liked better, as the two feelings were vastly different, but I did know that they were both enjoyable, so it was something that I would do more often. Especially if the girl is someone I wanted to break, like Kayla. The thought of using her ass to dominate her was the main contender behind me actually putting my rod in her behind.
After letting loose inside of her, I made sure to pull her face to my cock and make her clean it herself. I shoved it down her throat while I relaxed on the bed once more, maneuvering her head with one hand. Suddenly, another hand pressed against mine, pushing it away from Kayla's head before gripping her head itself. It was Mimi's hand, I watched as she controlled Kayla's head perfectly, making my cock clean while also pleasuring me greatly.
I smiled towards Kayla, who was now laying next to me, before leaning in to kiss her. She didn't stop forcing Kayla's head down while she did so, causing me to cum while she was invading my mouth with her tongue. It was quite the experience. Unfortunately, it was something that we couldn't continue, as we needed to pack and get ready to return to the academy.
So after a few more thrusts into Kayla's mouth Mimi let her go, letting her finally draw breath with a euphoric look on her face. She had really become a masochist because of us.
I finally pulled away from Mimi, giving her one last peck on the cheek before saying my goodbye while dressing in my clothes instantly with my skill and leaving for my room to gather my luggage. The most obvious thing inside my room was the sword. I took it out of its container, inspecting it for a bit. The familiar magic washed over me, practically begging me to restore the blade. I would be able to do so back at the academy, as there were multiple blacksmiths there for those who wished to learn the craft as an elective.
It was actually a decently popular class as those who were swordsmen by trade often needed to learn at least the basics of blacksmithing in order to properly maintain their blades, so the teachers were some of the top blacksmiths in the world in order to make sure that the Academy gave the best schooling possible. I had heard that there was even a dwarf teacher in the Academy, something no one had expected.
Dwarves were rare in human society, even rarer than elves. Elves at least interacted with humans occasionally, and had even created this little exchange program with the Academy to send students, but dwarves were different. The only people dwarves interacted with were elves, and even that was scarce. The only reason they did so was in order to get necessary supplies for their settlements, aside from that dwarves rarely left their underground cities.
The only reason they had joined forces with the Elves to form the Barolian Coalition was the fact that the original two kings of the Elves and Dwarves were actually good friends who interacted often enough to make the two races friendly with each other. It was likely that if that friendship had never happened, the Barolian Coalition would never have happened either. I promised myself I'd meet this dwarf at the Academy no matter what, as I wanted the very best metalworker possible in order to restore this blade.
I was a bit wary, as the blade looked practically unfixable, but something deep within me told me that that was untrue, and that the blade was simply slumbering as it awaited repair. And I was going to be the one to get it repaired.
I smiled in resolve before repackaging the blade and starting to pack my luggage once more. It didn't take me too long to pack, as I didn't have too much stuff. Most of my stuff was actually bought at the night market, and that was already packed in movable containers so I didn't have to worry about them. Instead I simply had to worry about the stuff I had packed before, namely my clothes.
That went quickly, so I decided to rest for a bit while I waited for Mimi. I was tempted to go into her room to wait, but I figured that I would be a distraction that lowered her work speed, so I didn't. But after just a few moments of waiting I was already bored so I walked to her room and took a peak in before asking her a question.
"How long do you think it'll take for you to pack?" I asked, wanting to see how much time I needed to wait before we would leave. She frowned slightly, looking around at the messy room around her before answering.
"I think, probably about an hour. I think I bought too much at the market and now I need to figure out how to carry it all." I nodded in agreement as I looked around. She had bought a lot of stuff, and I had also bought her a lot of stuff. So much, in fact, that I felt bad.
So I said a quick goodbye and headed out, intent on looking for something I had heard about from Hera not too long ago when I had told her about this trip. When I had explained we would be visiting the night market, Hera had suggested getting an 'Inventory' while we were out here. An Inventory was essentially just like it would be in a game, it was an accessory that was created with subspace magic that made it connect to a certain place in the world. That place was usually built somewhere in the middle of nowhere and was a warehouse made to store items inside. The Inventory would temporarily transport someone inside, basically teleporting them there, before teleporting them back after either getting a signal from the user or reaching the time limit.
The other function an Inventory had was speed storage, it allowed the user to specify a certain item or set of items as easily accessible items, and instead of having to go to that warehouse they would be able to instantly teleport the items to them. This was useful for swordsmen and the like as they would be able to easily store their weapons in a non noticeable area so as to not frighten anyone, but also have it readily available if the need arised.
It was an item that was very expensive to obtain, its price only increasing along with the size of the warehouse it was connected to. And it was something that I thought was going to be unnecessary, but I was quickly proven wrong. If I had the Inventory, I would be able to carry all of our luggage with no problems. And with this in mind, I entered the only shop I had seen which sold Inventories.
The inside of the shop was pretty much as I had expected. The shelves were all stocked with random magical items, each with different effects. They ranged from everyday use items, like the items that mimicked refrigerators from Earth, to combat items that were used to aid people in a fight. I paid no mind to these, as I had no use for either. I had more than enough combat capability as is, and I didn't need the everyday use ones as I had all of the essentials and Hera to manage them. So instead I walked to the back of the store, where the clerk was sitting. The desk surrounding her had a glass display full of different accessories.
This was what I was looking for. I looked up at the clerk, inspecting her for a bit as I approached. She was dozing off, eyes closed with a small snore while she leaned back in her chair. But the thing that caught my attention was her ears. They were the same ears that Amelia had, meaning that she was an elf. But instead of the green hair that Amelia had, her hair was a bright turquoise, bright enough to draw my eyes away from her ears and to it.
As I stared at her hair, she had apparently woken up as her voice broke the silence. Her voice, soft yet tinged with boredom, caused my focus on her hair to break. "Whatchu need?"
I blinked slightly when I heard the words come out of her mouth. It was not what I had been expecting from an elf. I had heard that most elves were graceful and well spoken, so I had figured that Amelia was an exception, but this elf was just as bad as her.
Regardless, I still spoke up. "I need an Inventory." I said, looking down at the accessories below me.