Jutaana bounced from foot to foot, her eyes on the goblin. She looked gorgeous, as ever - six feet, seven inches (200cm) of raw muscle and nice full round tits, and that wasn't counting the two large bunny ears puffing up from the top of her white-haired head. In her brown-skinned hand was a long, well-forged blade, and the moment the goblin stepped into swinging range, she chopped off its head in a neat cut, sending the creature collapsing to the ground, dead before it could do a single thing.
Pichi walked forward, collecting the corpse. She took a knife from her waistband, stabbing into the viscous flesh, past black blood and starchy muscles. She found the crystalline core within and cut it out with a few long, raking movements. Once she'd sliced away the thin strands that allowed the core to parasitize and control its host's body, and she placed it in a plastic bag, alongside several dozen others, before sealing the bag once more.Â
Pichi herself was also gorgeous, if a sharp contrast to Jutaana. She was a petite four foot one (125cm), and I didn't really expect her to fight, so her curvaceous, feminine body lacked much in the way of muscle. She wasn't out of shape by any means, but there wasn't any visible muscle either. Her tits dwarfed most women's, being bigger than her head, and they were soft and bouncy to boot. Also real nice to put your dick in, as I knew by experience.
Her companion spirit was Fwa, a wolf made of pure water. It stalked around her, leaving wet paw prints stains on the cool, stony ground of the Dungeon. Given that we were still on the first floor of the Dungeon, he didn't have much to do - even Jutaana was getting antsy from just how easy the goblins were to kill, for someone of her talent and experience.
Both of the women were my slaves. Jutaana was a proud warrior of her tribe; she'd been captured in war with another tribe and sold off, eventually making her way to me. Pichi had been a great-great-great grandmother and spiritualist some 9 years ago when she had been convicted of fraud by Ingria for turning a once-legitimate business into a Ponzi scheme. Her sentence is up for review in three years... I honestly hope she doesn't win the hearing, because she's quite useful. I seriously doubt she'd want to keep diving into Dungeons if she had another job.
Dungeon diving wasn't a particularly pleasant job, but it was pretty damn nice as far as places to legally employ your combat experience went. As long as you stuck to a floor you could handle, it wasn't too dangerous - though even taking that precaution, it wasn't impossible to get murdered by a goblin and wind up just as dead as if you'd gotten killed by a minotaur. Still, with a couple slaves bound by their crests to protect me, I wasn't too worried.
We made our way through a few goblins, eventually finding a nest of the little buggers, making them let out a high pitched shriek as they tried to fly at us, moving with a panic. Jutaana leapt side to side, hopping from foot to foot as the goblins whizzed through the air, her blade snicker-snacking through necks. Pichi mostly hid behind me, Fwa stalking around us both and mauling whatever goblins got close.
I have cybernetic arms - bits of Yazhubalot, carved off and reshaped - and my particular pair have some nice alternate modes. With a small pulse of will, my left hand twisted, curling in on itself as the fingers flattened out then went inwards. Warmth and vibration emerged from the center, and with a simple "point-and-click," one energy pulse raked through a goblin, carving it in half and shattering its core (unfortunately). My right arm unfolded elbow to palm, fingers folding backwards as a massive, curved blade rose from my wrist, and a goblin that hadn't anticipated it got its head cut off.
In the end, the malnourished little critters had been surprised, and a lot of them didn't have any weapons. The thirty-odd goblins died, their corpses strewn about us. Pichi let out a long sigh, but drew her knife to start cutting out cores.
The term "monster core" is inaccurate, but it's stuck as a name. It used to be thought that they were just an internal organ, natural to the types of creatures that lived inside of a Dungeon. But more recent experiments have revealed the truth - monster cores are actually a kind of parasite that grows inside the host. The parents reproduce the same way the host species does, but the fetus winds up implanted with a monster core, preventing the proper formation of many of its internal organs, and taking control of the body.
Monster cores themselves have bodies that are pretty much optimized for collecting and holding mana. That also means they're inflexible. All that energy gets collected in the crystalline structures, keeping them in static, autotrophic forms. The parasitization of a host borrows all the sweet, sweet mobility of a real body from another species, but lets them keep on slurping up and storing mana.
That's what monster cores are used for - magic batteries. Bigger ones are better, holding more energy than their increased volume alone would suggest, and there are devices that can help move a "charge" from one to another. Monster cores eventually die without a host, but it can take decades for that to happen. Picking them out and selling them makes a lot of money, which is most of the reason why people go into Dungeons in the first place.
As Pichi finished fishing out the last of the monster cores and placing them in a bag, she looked up at me. "So how many floors deep are we going today?"
"Six floors," I told her. This Dungeon was at least twenty floors deep, but the deeper you got, the bigger and nastier the monsters tended to be - the basic theory was that ambient mana was denser further down, so monster cores could get bigger and control bigger bodies. Still, we weren't here for a major haul, just a top-up.
"Ugh. The sixth floor has those nasty giant spiders," she said, her expression twisted up like a child despite the fact that she was four times my age.
"I am enjoying the spiders," Jutaana cut in. "They are having short pedipalps and long legs, which is making them easy to kill. Humans are having long arms and short legs, by way of comparing."
"As long as we don't get caught in their webs," Pichi groused.
"You are being the only one who has ever gotten caught in their webs. Me and Master are being able to handle it. You are being here to carry monster cores, so just be staying behind us." Jutaana raised her chin just a mite.
Jutaana was the classic warrior woman, taking pride in stoic ability to fight. Pichi was a great-great grandmother who just wanted to live a quiet life. It made this sort of fighting quite common, particularly now, with Pichi annoyed about my plans. "Stop arguing," I said, and the argument ended. It had to - their slave crests wouldn't allow it to continue, now that I'd given the order. "We're headed down, then we're selling the monster cores we've gathered, then... then I think I'll finally have the money to make the trip." Technically I already did, but I wanted that little bit more so I could buy some other helpful items.
Jutaana straightened up with pride and anticipation, hand curling all the tighter on her sword. "Yes! I am being looking forward to it, Master!"
"Well..." Pichi just sort of nodded, having long since given up hope of talking me out of it. Which was good, because I wasn't getting talked out of it - I was going to be one of the first generation of explorers to cross the torrid zone and explore the southern hemisphere. "At least I'll be able to talk Akamarina into coming along."
* * *
My sleek air-skiff gently dipped with each bag of monster cores that got loaded into the back, rising back up once its internal compensators adjusted. I hurled two bags in with a grunt, all the weight pushing down on my biological spine and legs rather than my cybernetic arms, and Jutaana dropped in four with the sort of casual grace that showed that leporagi were stronger than humans. Pichi just plopped in one bag with a huff and a puff. I couldn't blame her for not being able to handle the same amount as the pair of us - she weighed like sixty pounds, and half of that was her tits.
"Are you being excited, Master?" Jutaana asked, her voice perky and energetic. "We will be going on a trip for the bards to be telling for decades! As amazing as Tempest's!"
I doubted it'd be as amazing as Tempest's, but I nodded anyway. "Yeah," I told her, the honest truth. "I can't fucking wait to get down there and see something nobody's ever seen." My brain had been buzzing with the thoughts of what was going to happen through the whole journey in the Dungeon, and now I was clambering into my skiff, headed to sell off the monster cores for the last time. Once I was in the southern hemisphere, the things I'd be gathering in strange, underground realms would be bizarre foreign commodities, ancient forgotten magic, weird monster parts... not just another monster core to power another power array. My slaves joined me, with Jutaana and Pichi having already decided that Jutaana would sit in the front seat, and Pichi just leaned her head back as the wind started to wash over us all.
"You know," Pichi panted out, "somebody's probably already seen it. Y'know. The southern people. Who live there, and have since... whenever people started to live."
I just rolled my eyes. "Life emerged on Kersh three hundred thousand years ago," I told her. "But you know what I mean," I said.
"Guess so," she puffed. "Ohhh my feet," she whined.
"Please, be shutting up now," Jutaana said. "You are being lucky enough to go on an incredible adventure with Master. We will be discovering all sorts of amazing things. Yet you are being whining every time you open your mouth."
"That's because an incredible adventure's a bunch of work... I can suck your dick up north, Hob," she said, rolling her head up towards me. "I'm one of those newfangled vacuum cleaners. Chachi bought one, she says it's great at sucking up every last bit of crud from the floor. I'll do that for your dick." I had no idea which of her relatives Chachi was - she had a lot of descendants, given her age, and she'd just namedrop this or that one like I was supposed to recognize them from memory. "Just sell the stuff and buy a mansion, instead of a trip to the hell hemisphere."
"Tch," Jutaana said, giving Pichi a glare.
"You can suck my dick down south, too, and you're gonna," I told her, which - despite her love of fellatio - didn't exactly endear her to the prospect. "I don't have enough to buy a mansion, anyway. Inter-hemisphere airships are being subsidized by the Almere government, so it'll barely cost more than this skiff."
"No... bureaucracy... the worst enemy of every beautiful old woman who gets by on her charms..." she moaned from the backseat.
"You'll still be able to suck my dick down south," I reminded her.
"Unless I die from a three-headed dragon that disguises itself as a giant mushroom."
I rolled my eyes. "You'll have Akamarina. There's no point whining, the decisions long since made. I don't want to order you to stop it, so please do it of your own accord."
Jutaana raised her chin at that, peering out of the corner of her eye into the backseat at Pichi, who just collapsed into the seat completely, pretty much melting out of exhaustion. After feeling reaffirmed that Pichi was stopping her bitching, Jutaana turned her attention to me. "Master, I am wanting to say that I am very glad to be going to the south with you. I am considering myself lucky to become your slave and getting to join. I am just hoping the bards include me in your story."
"That's great, Jutaana," I told her, knowing she was buttering me up, "but I'm still not knocking you up."
"Why not?!" She responded, sputtering a bit. "I mean, of course I was only saying how I felt, and not trying to make you breed me, but I still am liking to know why." She was absolutely trying to make me knock her up, but I didn't call her on it.
"I told you before, the southern hemisphere is going to be dangerous, I'm not risking you miscarrying because somebody punched you in the gut in a fight."
"If I miscarry, new ones can be made too," Jutaana said. Leporagi approached children rather differently from humans - particularly the womenfolk. "You are being strong," she told me, fingers trailing across the cool metal of my cybernetic arm with a sensual touch, "handsome," she said, fingers reaching up for my chin, fingertips sliding along my jaw line, "capable, and brave," she continued, sounding like she was planning to jump me the moment the skiff stopped.
"You can fuck him when we get back to his place... or when we sleep on the airship, I guess," Pichi said from the back.
"We're not leaving right away. I've got to buy the last minute things, plus the ship." I turned on the radio, a quiet signal for them both to shut up. Echoes of Midnight by Phantom Symphony started to play. A mopey song about a missing lover that was getting played about once every thirty minutes by my estimation. At least it had a catchy beat, the sort where you find yourself humming the motif and trying to remember quite what song it came from. With how many gothic electronica songs were flooding the market, it's not necessarily as easy to remember as you'd expect. Was it Echoes of Midnight? Or perhaps Neon Dirge? Maybe Dusk Enigma? No, wait, could it be the Serenade of Haunting Twilight Whispers by Lost Souls?
The genre went out of fashion within a year, so it's all nostalgia bait for older people nowadays. That little musical sequence after the lead singer finishes "Hungry, thirsty, drowning, dying," though... sometimes I'll just rewind to listen to that three seconds again.
* * *
The monster core shop mostly resold the stuff to the grids, but the roof of the warehouse told about the side business. Dozens of thin little spires, topped by tilted blades that would make them spin in the wind, each of which was capped by a single monster core. The movement the wind produced meant they passed through more space, meaning that less mana flowed past them uselessly. None of the really big monster cores were up there - those things took an array to use - but the bead and coin sized things could work as batteries for simpler stuff, like flashlights or alarm clocks.
Of course, I was here to sell, not buy. So I hefted my two bags up, Jutaana and Pichi carrying their own as we entered. The man on duty was a gaunt older demon, a pleasant smile on his wrinkled face as we dumped out the contents of the bag into the machine. It automatically sorted the monster cores by size, the ones that were too big getting filtered out near the top, and the smaller ones near the bottom, landing on separate trays. Weighing mechanisms counted them out and totaled them up as the demon himself made sure we weren't trying to pass off painted rocks as monster cores or anything like that.
It generally wasn't the best idea - monster cores are unusually low-density compared to rocks - but plenty of scammers tried it.
"Nice haul," he said. It was the built up work of two weeks of Dungeon delving, so I'd known that in advance. "Pretty slaves, too. They for sale?" He had a lecherous look in his eyes as his gaze flicked from one to the other. Jutaana's ears and tail twitched with scarcely-inhibited aggression, while Pichi just crinkled her nose in disgust. She liked them young. Even me, at thirty-two, was a bit older than her preferred prey.
"Nope," I responded. They were coming with me down south, for one, and for two, I felt a responsibility to make sure they were both happy as far as they could be, given their circumstances. They definitely would not be happy being the slave of some old dude, or passed on to another.
"Ah well. State slave auction in a few days," he noted, as he tallied up the payment owed. I knew that - I was planning to fill out my party at said auction. "Twenty-three thousand, seven hundred, sixty-two dinars, for all and sundry," he noted. "Nothing in here's counterfeit, yeah?" He gave it a once over, but it was a lot.
"Not unless they've started growing counterfeits inside the monsters in the Dungeon." He chuckled at that. "It's a deal," I told him.
* * *
Most of the apartment had already been packed up, leaving a few scattered pieces of furniture, boxes in every corner, and the very large mattress that the three of us slept on. After a long day's work, I just wanted to plop in the chair and laze around - so I did. "I'm taking a shower," Pichi said, heading for the bathroom now that she saw I wasn't going there. "Feel free to join me," she added, with a quick, playful wink. "Having a young stud like you still be interested in an old lady like me is such a compliment."
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "Get washed up, then cook us a good dinner, Grandma. Maybe afterwards I'll fuck you."
"So mean," she said, with a playful pout. Then she winked. "But I know that's just how you show you like me, Hob." She headed for the bathroom, calling out a quick, "Like tugging the pigtails of the girl you like!" It wasn't a minute later that there was the tempting hiss of hot water.
"Master," Jutaana said, giving the bathroom one last glare. "Are you wanting a massage?"
When Jutaana had first started making those sorts of offers, I'd actually wanted to pay her back - but leporagi women are stronger, more flexible, and more limber than humans. Plus, this one didn't have big hefty chunks of alien metal attached to her shoulders, weighing her down, unlike her master, so I needed a massage way the fuck more than she ever would. "Yeah, go for it," I said.
Jutaana knelt before me, pulling off my socks, the peeling sensation of nylon being drawn away from bare flesh being such an obscene level of relief that it was almost sexual all on its own. Once my feet were suitably freed, she planted one on her thigh, then began to gently massage it, fingertips and thumb rubbing and grinding away with the quiet, forceful gentleness she pretty much always showed me.
When I'd first bought her, Jutaana had been a war captive sold into slavery, burning with rage by the circumstances of her capture, acting even more annoying than Pichi was right now. But leporagi women respected and were attracted to strength; her opinion on me rapidly turned around after seeing me in action, until she had reached her present state of hard-edged affection. She gave me a smile as she saw me just admiring her there on bended knee, her gorgeous, dark-skinned body inviting attraction to every curve. "Are you wanting to be enjoying my body, Master?"
"No, I want to sit here until dinner's ready," I told her. My shoulders didn't ache, despite what you might have expected - the cybernetics slid into the upper body, mixing together with scapula and going deep enough that some of the trapezius and latissimus were cannibalized by metal and wires. But the rest of me was pretty tapped out, so I just laid there as Jutaana worked over my feet.
"Whatever you are wanting," she said, refocusing on her massage.
"Give me the remote," I said, and she nodded, rising from her position, collecting the radio remote and handing it over, before returning to the pleasant foot massage. With a few taps, the radio had tuned into the news, and I could just lie there and let it wash over me.
"The Orlane and Almere diplomats are meeting in hopes of hashing out a non-aggression treaty. A major point of conflict is the island of Skeer, located in the Sea of Drezhja, which is occupied by ethnically Almere people but administered by the Orlane Kingdom. Ownership by Orlane predates the Nithren conquest, but itself was a consequence of..."
It felt like my whole adult life, the news had been nothing but war. Really, my whole life. Once the Nithren empire collapsed - I was a whole two years old when it happened - all the little former bits and pieces started fighting. Oh, that territory should be ours, it has people who speak the same language as us. No, it should be ours, it was ruled by our ancestors before the Nithren conquest. No, it should be ours, they worship the same gods as us. No, it should be ours, because we need its strategic resources or coastline or whatever else, to avoid somebody else pushing our shit in. That was part of why Almere was so interested in the southern hemisphere: the stories coming out of it suggested that there was a good chance there could be game changing magic or creatures or allies or whatever else down there.
And, as much as Almere wanted whatever was there for itself... it wanted even more to make sure nobody else got it first.
Pichi emerged from the shower soon enough, coming out topless and wearing just a clean pair of panties. She stretched as she entered the living room, intentionally pushing her massive tits up and towards me, clearly trying to tempt me with them. I did admire her tits, but I didn't say anything, and my stomach grumbled - we'd eaten rations in the Dungeon, but it was now dinnertime, and I was hungry.
"Master is being hungry, so stop bouncing your fat boobs around and be getting to food-making," Jutaana barked at Pichi, which made my cock throb in my pants. Both of them had their own, very sexy, kind and giving sides: Pichi's was cooking and cleaning and sucking dick. Jutaana's was that she made it blatantly obvious that she wanted to cut off the head of anybody who even mildly inconvenienced me.
Pichi looked at me one last time, clearly hoping that I would be seduced by her breasts, but I just jerked my head towards the kitchen, and she headed for it, pulling her apron off the hanger and wrapping it around her body, giving her that excessively sexy naked apron chic as she got to work. Jutaana just switched me from one foot to the other and started a fresh massage - one that was a bit more intense, as I enjoyed the sight of Pichi's tits bouncing behind the thin pink apron, threatening to burst free at any moment.
Pekina were pretty well known for their culinary talents, and Pichi, being a great-great grandmother, was no exception, putting together a full spread. Carved up ham, sweet potato fries, two pies (one chocolate pecan, one cherry), a salad, and mozzarella sticks, plopping them all down and setting the dining room table. "Dinner's ready, Master!" She called out, as if I couldn't already see it, and I got up, joining her at the table.
Jutaana did as well. "Thank you for the preparing of the meal, Pichi," she told her, with a small bow.
"Oh, no need to thank me. You're still a growing girl, you've got to eat up, Jutaana," she said, as she started passing around food.
"I am having seen twenty four summers," Jutaana said, a faint frown on her lips.
"Oh? Is that fully grown for leporagi?" Pichi asked. "Pekina don't reach our full height until we're thirty or so."
"Leporagi are being adult size by sixteen or eighteen summers," Jutaana replied. "The women are taking a little longer than the boys."
"Oh. My mistake," Pichi said, starting to cut into her ham, feeding it into her mouth.
"Yes, good cooking, Pichi," I told her. "You're a great chef."
"Well, you know what they say," Pichi said, a smile on her lips. "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and I'm a terrible heartbreaker even by pekina standards. Plus..." She trailed off, considering whether or not to say her next line, then went for it. "You know, I won't be able to cook such good food if I'm down in the hell hemisphere without refrigeration and whatnot."
"Nice try. We're still going," I told her, and her shoulders slumped in defeat.
* * *
I gave myself a once-over in the mirror. The flexible, smooth metals and plastics of Yazhubalot's form had become part of me, skin growing over some metallic bits, and folds of armor plating sliding over biological components elsewhere. I did think I was fairly attractive, even if I'd spent much of my life too focused on work to waste time seducing women. Muscular, clean shaven, short, natural blue hair. A good face, I thought.
I peeled my way out of my shirt, my torso enjoying the chance to be fully exposed to open air for the first time since I'd entered the Dungeon. A few seconds later, I was wiggling my way out of my pants, my cock bursting free, still hard from all the teasing that came from seeing Jutaana and Pichi bouncing around my house wearing barely anything. I could hear the clatter of dishes as Pichi cleaned the table, and then I started up the shower, waiting for warm water to cascade down before stepping inside.
People who don't know where cybernetics come from sometimes assume that I have to take them off before getting in the shower. It's a reasonable assumption - most electronic things break if you get them wet. But when Tempest had killed Yazhubalot, he'd sent a chunk each to dozens of different kingdoms as proof that the god was dead. After the Great Rebellion, someone had figured out that you could make the chunks start growing again if you gave them bits of metal and plastic as feed... and soon after that, you had cybernetics.
So of course I could shower with the cybernetics on. Yazhubalot wasn't the sort of creature that died because it got wet.
I was putting shampoo in my hair when the door to the bathroom opened, and I could tell it was Pichi by the sound of her footsteps. "Ooo," she cooed, as she saw me naked. "You still look just as scrumptious as when we met! I thought humans aged quickly?"
I resisted the urge to snort at that. "I've owned you for two years," I said. "If you want to get in the shower, get in the shower."
"You like bullying this old lady, don't you?" She asked, though I could hear as she got herself naked.
"You've been getting on my nerves lately," I pointed out.
"Well... you've been wanting to take us to the hell hemisphere," she said, though I could hear in her voice that she knew she'd been being annoying. "Ahh... sorry. We can pretend I'm just being a subby little brat," she suggested, as she clambered into the shower. "You can punish me with this big, nasty cock of yours," she said, fingers stroking along my length. "It's unwashed, right? All dirty from a hard day's work... thick with sweat..."
I shoved my head under the water, running my hands through my hair to help get the shampoo out. "It's gotten a rinse," I told her, as I finally got to open my eyes. She was standing there, looking up at me, smiling warmly, big gorgeous tits inviting my attention as splotches of soaped up shampoo landed on them, her slender, small hand still sliding up and down my length. "That too clean for you?" I teased her.
"How should I know? I haven't licked it yet," she said. "No soap though, right?" I shook my head. She leaned forward at that. She was pretty much exactly dick height for me, so she didn't have to squat or kneel in the least, her mouth opening as her tongue flicked out to taste my tip experimentally. She let out a soft hum. "It's definitely not properly washed," she said, licking her lips a moment later. "I guess that means that I have to take care of it, hm? Since you apparently can't clean yourself, this old lady has to do it," she continued, leaning forward and wrapping her lips around the tip of my cock, just slowly but surely sliding down my length.
It felt fantastic, of course. Pichi's tongue swished back and forth eagerly along the underside of my dick as she tasted me, soft hums emanating from her throat as her eyelashes fluttered and she stared up at me. She was an absolute cockgoblin, of that I had no doubt. Her lips wetly smacked against my length, caressing it as she moved ever further down, her throat yielding to my dick with the smooth simplicity of a woman possessed. I groaned in response to the sensation, familiar and delightful at once, as she was soon mashing her nose into the base of my cock. She wetly swallowed around my dick as her tongue flicked back and forth, staring up at me with that lewd confidence that she always displayed when she had a cock in her mouth. It silently said, Yes, I am the best cocksucker ever, I am well aware.
I just leaned back and up, placing one hand against the shower wall to make sure I didn't lose my balance as she worked. Her hair was still done up in a pair of neat buns, and there was, as always, the most tempting pair of big round funbags I'd ever seen in my life. And, since Pichi was my slave, I had no reason to not just go for it, reaching forward and down, metallic, cool fingers sinking into the supple flesh of her breasts. She let out a quivering half-moan around my length, saliva dribbling out over her lower lip as I felt up her tits. She was pretty sensitive up top, and she had told me on several occasions that the strange feeling of my cybernetic hands had a truly unique appeal.
Her tits also had a truly unique appeal, because they were fucking huge. Just gigantic, so massive that I could wrap both hands around one, my thumbs and fingers just barely meeting from the copious titflesh. When you took into account how damn short Pichi was, they seemed even more obscenely large on her small frame, and she wasn't lacking for curves elsewhere. The woman was a very short iteration of sex on legs, and my fingers just sank into the soft flesh, like two pairs of massive pillows.
It was at that mental comparison that I pulled her off my cock, having to unfortunately let go of one of her tits to do so. She looked lewd in the moment my dick left her mouth, tongue stretched out, her eyes looking up at me hopelessly, pleading with me to please share with her more of my fat cock. A hot pink color to her cheeks made it clear that this was a woman who absolutely loved sucking cock. "I want a titwank," I told her.
"I'm too short," she said, even hopping up onto her tiptoes to demonstrate, my dick pointing at her throat rather than even her collar bone. "I can't give you a titwank while you're standing up."
"You can," I told her, and showed her how, hefting her up under the shoulders. She let out a noise of surprise, but she didn't resist - when I got her into the right position, her hands went right to her tits, wrapping them around my cock, my whole length vanishing in the soft, warm, wet valley of her bosom as she stared up at me, legs dangling down towards the ground.
Her fingers really pushed into her tits, slender little things vanishing in the soft titflesh, sliding into it so that it seemed to escape from perception altogether. My cock furiously throbbed at the show I was getting, and Pichi herself didn't let her mouth remain silent. "Master, your cock's so big and hard," she said, panting a bit. "I want to taste it some more... I'm not sure I totally cleaned it with my mouth," she said, even as I started to raise and lower her on my dick, using her titflesh like a flesh onahole. "The taste's sooo good. I love how your sweat tastes, Master. I wish you hadn't run off to the shower first thing, so I could have cleaned your filthy, dirty, hard cock with my mouth the very moment you got done eating. I should have suggested it at the table. I only have to eat a third what you do, so I could have been sucking you off for two thirds of the meal."
I knew why she was saying all those things - to encourage me to put my dick back in her mouth, where she wanted it, rather than keeping it between her massive funbags, where I wanted it. Luckily for her, it worked, and I planted her back on her feet, grabbed her hair buns in either hand, and started to just fuck her face, railing away at the warm, wet hole, my balls slapping at her chin with each thump. Her tits bounced wildly as I fucked away, her eyes peeling back in pure bliss at being just used like that. I made sure to play up my own lusts, since I knew that was what she got out of blowjobs - the feeling of making a guy feel so good he loses all sense.
"Your mouth and throat are so fucking good," I told her, ramming at her face. She nodded as much as she could, with the dick railing her throat and my hands holding her hair buns - which was not very much at all, but just enough to add to my pleasure. "I love your tongue, too. Such an eager, licking tongue. You never met a cock you didn't want to clean with your tongue, did you?" She shook her head as best she could, trembling underneath me, her hands going in between her thighs to start masturbating as I just facefucked her. "Keep licking," I told her, as I slammed her down my dick and held her balls deep on my cock, her nose mashing into my pubes, her hands frantically shlicking away loud enough that I could hear it over the water.
Since it was an order, Pichi had no choice but to keep licking my dick - not that I would have expected her to stop. Her tongue slithered around wildly, her head gently tilting to one side, then the other, saliva dribbling down her chin as she handled my cock, more and more saliva dribbling out of her mouth as she stared up at me with a fuckdrunk look.
She was the first of the pair of us to come, but as her throat vibrated around my dick in a strangled moan, I naturally joined her, erupting straight down it and letting out a long, languid sigh, my hips pumping back and forth even as I kept her head firmly attached to the very base of my cock. When I was completely spent down her throat, I pulled her off, letting her gasp for air. "Now I have to actually clean myself," I told her.
"Ahh, let this old lady clean you with her tits, young man," she said.
I let her clean my legs with her tits - in that, I didn't kick her out of the shower and she rubbed soap into her tits before massaging them against me as best she could. She was too short to reach my back with her tits or anything, so she could only do my thighs and calves, but she worked them over with as much enthusiasm as she would have shown if she was as much of a titfuck lover as she was a blowjob lover, and my legs were actually gigantic cocks. Which is to say, a lot.
I cleaned my upper body off. Once I was done in the shower, I dried off and grabbed a pair of clean underwear to pull on, not bothering to get dressed properly because I already guessed what I'd see in the bedroom proper: a naked leporagi woman on her knees on my bed, staring at me like a dog that wanted to come inside. "Are you having the stamina for a second round? I can be doing the work," she suggested, her voice almost plaintive. "I was being have to listen to you having sex with Pichi... I do not be minding that you have other lovers, but I have been being good and she has been being bad? Should I be trying to fuck with much aggression?"
I just stepped over to the bed, gently clasping one of her ears and starting to massage it. At the touch, her leg kicked automatically at the bed, causing her whole body - including her very nice tits - to bounce a little. "Pichi's only being bad because she really doesn't want to go south. You, on the other hand, want to go south, so you have no reason to be bad. Plus, she said she was sorry." Jutaana nodded, though she still seemed a bit pouty about the whole thing. "But yes. I will fuck you, and you will do the work."
"Thank you!" She said, any annoyance or sadness vanishing in a heartbeat. I pulled off my underwear and just plopped on my back on the bed, letting Jutaana hurriedly reposition herself, pointing her pussy at my cock, her dripping wet sex posing over my dick. She licked her lips, her breathing quickening a bit like an excited dog, then she rammed her hips down my cock, hilting me inside her in a moment. "Oooo! Master's cock is so nice! I wish it was breeding me right now!" She planted her hands on my stomach. "Ahh, I'm twenty four but I have not been having any babies yet," she declared, a wild look in her eyes as she started to bounce on my dick.
She actually weighed more than me, owing to the extra five inches of height, and she just pushed a lot of her weight against my stomach as she bounced, her inner walls caressing my dick on each thrust. Leporagi have incredibly powerful leg muscles (and, in my experience, pussy muscles, but that could just be special to Jutaana's), so she was soon ramming herself up and down my dick harder than I could have hoped to match. "Ah, ah, Master's cock is being inside of me, Master's cock! Thank you very much!" Her cheeks were hot with arousal as she pounded herself on my dick, just going absolutely wild on my dick as her hair started flying about this way and that.
I slid my hands up her body, enjoying the feeling of her sculpted, hard stomach, eventually finding my way to her full, perky breasts, having to follow them up and down pretty dang fast to enjoy them. They were a lot firmer than Pichi's, keeping much the same shape no matter how fast she pounded up and down, and even when I squeezed with my fingers, they yielded little to my fingers, and what yielding they did, it was like a water balloon: each inch stolen one place was compensated for by a bulging somewhere else. It was an absolutely incredible sight, and only became more so when she came, pussy spasming around my dick as she hilted me inside her and let out a long cry of pleasure, howling like a maniac as she ground herself rabidly against me.
"She's real loud," Pichi said, as she came out of the bathroom, but I ignored her, focused on the beautiful warrior woman atop me, jerking and shuddering in place. The whole mattress shivered under the random, sporadic kicks of her calves against it, her sheer power adding to my pleasure as she jackhammered herself an inch or two up and down without any genuine intent.
When she came down, panting heavily atop me, Jutaana's gaze was absolutely manic and utterly focused on me. "Master, please, be breeding me," she told me. "I am wanting your babies so bad! Twenty four is old spinster for leporagi! I am being pretty much as old as Pichi now!"
My cock throbbed inside of Jutaana at that, her sheer desperation to get bred. "I'll breed you when we retire, after a glorious adventure south."
"Ahhh, what if we are retiring in South, Master?" She whined, as she started to pump away. "If we are retiring in South, no babymaking meds! I am not being able to be pumped full of half-human babies with you! Please!" Her expression became manic as she started slamming up and down even harder. She leaned forward, her nose booping against mine, her muscular ass still slamming up and down my dick, and my hands slid down from her tits towards said scrumptious butt, feeling the hard muscle there and just squeezing, making her squirm in pleasure, inner walls idly pulsing. "I am understanding Master is not wanting babies now, but I am wanting them! Now! If not now, tomorrow! And so on! Is, ahm, infinite series of days I am wanting babies!"
As she completed that thought, she didn't give me the chance to respond: she just mashed her lips against mine, slamming hard against me, sucking on my lips and tongue with all the furious, delirious force she could muster. Her tongue smacked against mine, tasting me, scooping out my spit like she was a thirsty woman in the desert and my mouth was the only source of water for miles. She just shivered and ground at my body, hard nipples scraping against my bare chest as I groped and squeezed her ass cheeks. Her moans carried into my mouth, seeming to vibrate against my teeth as her tongue slithered along my gums.
When she came for the second time in the midst of the long kiss, she finally pulled away from my lips, just ducking into the crook of my neck, wetly smacking and panting against my skin there. Her ears swiveled and twitched a bit, brushing against my skin and tickling me, and I groped her ass cheeks. "Alright," I told her. She whimpered in delight at that, twisting to look at me. "I'll buy some fertility meds and bring them with me. Just in case I change my mind. But - and this is an order -" I said, and her body stiffened in expectation, "-you cannot touch the fertility meds without my permission. Neither of you can."
She nodded. "Thank you, Master, I am hoping you change mind tomorrow about knocking me up, but one month from now is okay too," she said, before beginning to rut atop me all over again, leaning back as if to show off her body. "This is body of first women you are going to being knocking up, okay, Master?" She said, her eyes wild. "Do not be knocking up Pichi, or southern woman, or new slave, before me, are you understanding, Master?" She asked, jealousy and need in her gaze.
"I decide who gets pregnant and when," I told her, giving her butt a smack, and she promptly came again, slamming her hips down against mine once more, her pussy just going absolutely wild as she tried milking my cock. It worked, this time, her inner walls managing to squeeze an ejaculation out of me, her whole body shivering and trembling on my dick. She went cross-eyed, beautiful blue eyes staring at her nose as she felt me fire spurt after spurt of cum deep inside her.
When I was finished, she tumbled down atop me, panting heavily, and I gently hefted her up and off me, letting her wrap me in a big hug from one side. It didn't take too long for me to pass out, but Pichi joined the pair of us in bed before then, cuddling up to me on the opposite side, her petite, soft body contrasting Jutaana's tall, hard one.
* * *
It stood before me. A face without eyes, bones without skin, the impression of life mixed with the impression of machinery, neither properly what it was made of. Around us was smooth, pale blue sand, stretching out in every direction, swept over by silver dust storms that flew from time to time. The sun's rays were red, cold and dim, and the being simply stared at me.
Yazhubalot.
It wasn't what it had appeared as when it was alive. It had been a six-winged, six-armed, almost angelic figure, the size of a cathedral, with skin as thick as a tank's armor and a wingspan to rival any airship's. It had spoken as a chorus, many voices forming one. It had shared the greatest of its wisdoms with the Nithrens, and given them the chance to conquer a whole hemisphere in the process.
Now it was just a fragment, and this was a dream of its home world. It stared at me, quiet and introspective as it seemed to want to understand quite what thing it was looking at. It had yet to speak to me.
It stutter-stepped up to me - one awkward foot pressed against the ground, and suddenly it was in my face. I suddenly had no arms, as if they'd melted away. If it had breath, it would be hissing against my skin, steaming or chilly cold - but it didn't.
It spoke. It was my first time hearing its voice, a dry, mechanical thing, lacking any emotion. "The south."
"Yes. I'm planning to go there..."
"All the way south."
"Yes. That's the plan." I could tell it wasn't that much smarter than it had been when it had been dead silent - if anything, it seemed dumber. That old bit about better to keep your mouth shut and be thought a fool, than open it and remove all doubt.
"South pole. It's there. At the south pole."
"It?" I asked. Supposedly Yazhubalot had come from space, so presumably it could have just as easily conquered the southern hemisphere - and presumably it had decided to pick the hemisphere based on something other than pure chance. So I wanted to know what the 'it' was, that it was talking about. Presumably it was important.
"It."
"What is it?"
"The tower. Of God."
I startled awake, and then just laid there, closing my eyes and trying to will myself back to sleep. The Tower of God? Obviously I'd heard about it. It was one of the big things people talked about, about the life and people of the southern hemisphere: supposedly, at the exact south pole, there was a tower that stretched so high up you couldn't see the top, and it was filled to the brim with increasingly dangerous monsters. The locals thought that God lived at the top of the tower, thus the name.
I brushed my teeth, since I was already in the bathroom, then went back to bed and crawled in between my two slaves once more.
After thinking it through, it probably wasn't even the real "ghost of Yazhubalot," just a dream that evoked the image of it. It wasn't like speaking to a dead god in your dreams prevented you from having a normal ass dream about a dead god. And normally Yazhubalot was silent, so it was acting out of character. And if it was going to speak up, I'd have expected it to, y'know... share some information I didn't already know.
I put it out of mind. The south pole was literally the furthest point in the entire southern hemisphere from me anyway.