Maki's previously boneless body snapped into rigidity. Both hands reached behind her to clutch at my wrist, knuckles whitening from the effort. I let her hold my wrist still and switched from pumping my fingers to flexing them back and forth, stroking the bottom walls with my calloused pads and rubbing the tops with my knuckles. My thumb remained in her ass but moved in a slow circle to the same rhythm so that she could feel it not only stretching her sensitive asshole but through into her cunt. The unprepared woman choked on a sharp inhale and coughed spit and whatever remnants of my cum were still coating her mouth onto my leg.
"Ahm! Wait!" She whimpered as she tried to catch her breath.
I slowed down but didn't stop. "Wait for what?"
"Need…to think. Semen," she added quickly.
"Hmm. Believe you told me not to let you think."
"James!" she whined. "I let you rest."
"Fine, fine." I chuckled and withdrew my hand, leaving her empty, and wiped my fingers on her butt before giving it a hearty slap. My thumb was of course, completely clean, subject as it was to the reality-warping porn physics that governed the world in a very localized cloud around me.
Maki gave me a half-hearted glare. "I didn't say pull them out." I barked a laugh in reply. "Hmph. Until we can get set up to record our sessions, it's imperative we discuss our observations immediately after climax."
"Maki, I'm so horny that I'm seeing pink. I'm going caveman mode over here. James think no so good. Maki too pretty. Maki want fuck?"
She nodded seriously and observed my throbbing cock with a look of concern and, at noticing the stream of pre-cum, a slight hint of greed. "Don't worry, I'll be quick, it does look…volcanic. You seem to be in more of a state than earlier when you stabilized your bleeding. Am I correct?"
"Yes, dumping a truckload of sex magic into my body has had consequences, as you can see." I pointed to my penis helpfully.
"And the sensitivity, has that increased?" The corner of her mouth curled up in a cruel smirk as she ran her thumb up the thick line of pre-cum. She popped it into her mouth and froze while sucking her thumb. "The taste!"
I switched to Japanese, which had gone from passable fluency to indistinguishable from a native speaker and finally to the level of a native-born scholar of the language, all in one night. "Got better, yeah. Sometimes the gains are directly related, like with the taste of my cum, and sometimes they're indirectly related—"
"Like getting better at Japanese from having oral sex with a speaker," she completed with excitement just barely bordering on the safe side of unhinged. "You utter bastard, that's so unfair. At least it's going to be fun learning how to keep up with you. Your semen when already imbued with your magic, for the record, is either easier to call upon or is the same. I won't know until I get to experience the new baseline."
"Perfect, let's knock that out, shall we?"
"Ah! Wait—"
I stood and swept Maki into a bridal carry in one clean motion. She would have been light enough to throw around without issue regardless, but doing so without the distracting pain of my Injury Penalty was invigorating. The woman flailed at first like a startled cat before getting her arms around my neck. I doubted she'd been carried like this before or ever expected to be. By now I'd learned to read her fairly well and could tell that she was silently afflicted by some emotional turmoil, bothered by the connotations of being held like this, I assumed.
With those in mind, I turned towards my bedroom instead of the bearskin rug I'd initially intended to move to. Symbolically carrying Maki through the threshold of my room inflamed some romantic impulse within me. And, I had been curious about the changes to the furniture here anyway.
"Oh, come on, a ceiling mirror, really?"
I groaned at what the bedroom had been turned into. The majority of the space was dominated by an outrageously large bed equipped with a nine-foot by nine-foot (2.74m) mattress. Its posts and headboard were covered with elaborate arcane carvings, a motif matched by the large silk rug below. The walls were thankfully tastefully decorated with Late Imperial Chinese love poems beside beautiful ink paintings of women in elaborate dresses. They had been made in defiance of Qing-era censorship and smuggled out by Mughal merchants, their history coming unbidden to my mind. The only obnoxious parts were the two full-length mirrors, one facing the foot of the bed and the other on the side wall, and the aforementioned huge ceiling mirror looking down over the entirety of 81 square feet of mattress. Only in my most depraved, libidinous fugue would I have thought to install a ceiling mirror.
That said, I was already thinking of ways to tease Maki with her reflections, so maybe the Producers had the right idea after all.
Speaking of, I tossed Maki onto the fluffy comforter and silk sheets, savoring the way she blushed at herself in the mirror above. Her pale skin was flushed and covered in sweat, her hair in disarray, and her nipples hard and pointed to the sky. Thighs, chin, and breasts were sticky with spilled sex, and through and over it all was an aura of lust and desire. I hopped onto the bed and straddled her chest so that my cock fell between her breasts and lowered some of my weight down to trap her there.
"This way we can keep discussing our observations," I explained, slapping the head of my cock onto her nipple, anointing the stiff peak with my ample pre-cum.
"Sp-speak for yourself!" stuttered Maki, tossing her head back. I leaned back slightly to ensure that she could see her own desperate expression. "If you recall, you—ah! You bastard!" I swiped her other nipple. "You made me extremely sensitive."
I held the base of my cock, where a fresh fountain of pre-cum was washing away the remnants of Maki's spit, down onto her right breast. From there I painted a slimy wide and long brush stroke across the valley between and onto her left breast. Maki whimpered and clasped her hands over her mouth as I began to deliver light whaps with my heavy rod. The slaps were just hard enough to sting and splashed the pre-cum over her chest, neck, and chin.
"Surely, the iron-willed miko of the Black Harbor Shrine can't be so easily defeated. I, on the other hand, have been so driven mad with lust that this is the least disruptive I can be."
"You're an ogre, James," she said with a sharp look, though all of the bite in her words was diminished by the way she'd begun to run her hands along my outer thighs. Reaching behind me, she slapped my ass with both hands. "Very well, rut away, samurai. I am quite eager to get a taste of the new baseline."
I bucked a little in surprise, poking her below the chin with my dick. "Gladly."
Pushing her boobs together, I forced my cock into their velvety embrace with a slow, slightly downward thrust so that she could feel its meaty heft. Maki and I shared a simultaneous satisfied exhale at the sensations. She lifted her head and bathed my member as it poked through, cooing at the flavor. I let my Force Pythons wrap around her breasts and reached up for one of the many pillows, using it to prop up her neck for her comfort.
Maki applied some greedy suction as I pulled back, stretching her lips over my angry, red head. "Thank you. Though you could grab and force me into position too if you want."
I raised an eyebrow at her. "Like it rough?"
She shook her head. "I like watching you lose control and I like feeling you give in to your lust. It's flattering, you know? I know I'm a good-looking woman, but you are, well, whatever you are. Even if your current state is the result of your magic, it's still empowering to be the object of your bestial affections." Her words were getting faster, her voice throatier. "The most beautiful creature in the city, you could have anyone with a few words and a flash of your heavenly penis, but you're here with me. I'll be a legend amongst practitioners once they learn I seduced you into bed. They may approach me – actually, they will definitely approach me to get to you, but don't worry, I'll carefully curate whom I allow access."
I felt like she was rewriting history about who seduced whom, but I wasn't going to correct her. "Fuck, Maki, you got the weirdest dirty-talk game in the city, but goddamn do I love it."
My complement had a strong effect on the woman. She pushed her chest up into me, momentarily stealing her own breath away. "Yesss. Show me how much you love it. You're right, I could resist this pleasure if I wanted, but I don't. You've got me so worked up, James, that I don't care about our research, I just want to watch you cum for me. I want you to cum for me, James. I want you to fuck my tits," she said, emphasizing the vulgarities, "until we cum together."
I groaned and shuddered. Hearing Maki of all people say 'fuck my tits' had nearly pushed me over the edge. I sent a telekinetic limb to hold her legs together then used another to fuck her thighs in time with my cock, forcefully rubbing the tendril against her clit, cunt, and ass. If we were dropping the pretext of this being to facilitate a discussion, then there was no reason to hold back.
Maki moaned loudly, not holding her voice back at all, truly giving in to the moment. "Yes, that's it. Fuck my chest and fill my mouth with your cum. Give me your lifeforce, I want that too. I'm going to become the most powerful spiritualist in the city using it, James." I groped her chest aggressively, rolling each nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "Mph! You like that thought, don't you? Like me, you love the idea of a strong, powerful woman moaning your name. James, oh, James, cum for me darling, cum for me and make me a queen. Anoint me with your holy oil, elevate me! Yes! A belly full of your precious seed is going to make me a living legend."
"Jesus Christ," I gasped and had to slow down to avoid busting. Damn, I really did like that thought.
She sipped her teeth in disappointment, but she'd inspired me with that last sentence, and I was far too impulsive in my current frenzy to even consider an alternative. Prior to her statement, actually spending Experience to lean into this magic semen stuff would have been ridiculous to me. I needed to focus on my glaring weaknesses, not spend my limited resources on something that would only make me more likely to be kidnapped.
She dug her nails into my thighs. "Harder, faster," she demanded. "I want to feel your sweat drip on me."
But investing in my semen was investing in Maki, in a way. I could dual cultivate with and train Annie, but I was relying on the priestess to carve her own path to power. I looked down at the beauty beneath me, hair splayed out like a black halo, eyes staring back up at me with naked, possessive desire. A vision of Maki in the future, smiting a Hungry Ghost with casual ease filled my mind – I had to help make it a reality.
Fuck it, I thought. I've been rewarded for all of these impulsive buys thus far anyway.
I bought the upgrade for Cum Overflowing, then engaged Style Maker to come up with a good custom companion feat to go with the growing suite of semen feats. I had high enough related Attributes and Skills as well as several prior feats to build off of, so the real difficulty came in powering through my lust-crazed haze to creatively come up with something.
[Major Feat] Cum Overflowing
You produce an amount of seminal fluid with every orgasm equal to your number of Dice in Endurance squared times what you would normally produce.
[Major Feat] Mr. Fresh & Clean
Your bodily fluids carry with them some of the inexplicable aura of physical purity that you possess. They will stay as fresh and as hot as they were when they exited your body and will leave whatever they come into contact with cleaner than before. Unless deliberately placed into a vessel, they will harmlessly vanish without stains when unobserved for a period of time. While these are inexplicable effects, they are very noticeable.
Oh, hey, that was going to be amazing for keeping my blood off crime scenes too, nice. Already satisfied that I'd made a decent call, I decided to go the additional step and buy another 2 Dice of Endurance. Those were always useful, still left me with 93 Experience, and, most importantly to my erotic-energy-ridden pre-frontal cortex, meant I would produce sixty-four times as much cum as normal.