In the dead of the night Cornelia made her way back to her adobe, the cool breeze tickled her already sensitive flesh, but the exhaustion palacated her brimming fantasy.
From the window of his room, Dravin watched his mother leave, wearing nothing but the panties and holding her bloating belly. He smiled and licked his lips.
Come morning, Dravin had made his preparations for the day. His hunting gear was ready and he was equally as ready to tackle the obstacles of this world.
[LP - 1920]
Last night had been fruitful, as he could see the results reflect before his eyes. His mother had been wild and passionate and he reciprocated in kind. 380 points in one night was absolutely not something that he could achieve with a single woman, unless that woman was a trained warrior. And his mother was just that.
Using 100 points, he purchased two short swords and sheaths for the pair. Then wrapping then around his waist of a belt, he donned a cloak and looked himself up and down. Despite being only 12, he didn't look remotely as young as he should have.
[LP - 1820]
Dravin smiled and was ready to leave.
He left his home with a graceful stride, making his way through the snowy ground and breathing in the fresh morning air. The cold barely tickled his flesh, his enhanced body mitigating most, and Snowfire turning it into nothing.
Despite having just step foot into the realm, he could alrady feel the effects. He was strong enough to defeat a dozen mortals without breaking a sweat, and he was just getting started.
Today his plan was simple, he would spend his day honing his skills. At night, he would visit his lovely maid and tussle with her under the sheats, increasing his LP. This way, he would increase his strength and steadily cultivate a number of Lust Points.
Rainbow Mountains were vast, considering that Snowfire tribe was just one of the 18. Even his father, who had surpassed the stage of Novice was barely a strong figure in these backwater mountains.
It would take time, but Dravin was intent on reaching that illusive peak. And he had a family; his mother, father and sisters, and many more would come in the future. How wonderful would it to be to look over the horizon with your family by your side. The desire burned in his heart, igniting a flame of ambition.
He found a good perch atop a tree, and overlooked the entire hill. Snow covered the mountain as far as he could see and he scrutinized to get a closer look. A Mountain Lion was stealthily stalking a Crystal Horned Rabbit. He smiled.
Unsheathing his sword, he licked his lips and jumped. The noise alerted the Lion who looked on as the Rabbit fled. Its head swiveled to Dravin's who smiled back at the guttural roar. The Lion charged, and Dravin took a stance.
...
In the cold mountains, the Snowfire tribe was prosperous and growing. They usually moderated their population to stave off any problems that might arise from the lack of food. Once they had a stable ground to breed on, they planned on turning this 100 men tribe into 100 million men in a century. That was dream of many. For now, they would settle for taking extra care during procreation.
Karth was already making huge strides toward the second stage of Adept, but many wondered if it would take a year or a decade. After all, Adept's lived for 500 or more years. Some at the peak were known to last 7-8 centuries. Which was an awfully long amount of time. Thankfully, he was rather talented.
Compared him however, it was the young Dravin who attracted the gazes. Boy had only just stepped foot into 14 years of age, yet he was already at second star of Novice. This was a talent that many of them felt speechless to comment about.
The man in the question however, was indulging in pleasure senselessly. His long and forceful thrusts caused ripples on the ass of an Elder. Her curvaceous body was pressed against the sheets, and drool dripped from her mouth. Each thrust would cause her to spasm and sheets to grow wetter. By now, the woman had cum a dozen times, yet Dravin was still going at it without pause.
"Ughhh..." Dravin could feel the walls of her womb squeeze on his head, and he grunted and finally unloaded his baby batter.
"Fuuuuck..." The woman cried as she grit her teeth. A hot feeling spread from her insides, causing her to moan even louder. Finally, she could no longer restrain herself and she started pissing.
"What a nasty woman..." Dravin slapped her bubble butt as he pulled out, a stream of cum flooded from her gaping hole.
He took the towel to clean himself off, before donning his clothes and leaving the room. Outside, a young man waited.
"How's my mother?" The boy asked.
Dravin smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "She's all wide and open. If you don't mind sloppy seconds, you can have her right now."
The boy beamed and nodded in appreciation, then darted right in. Dravin watched and smiled. Truly a nasty world that he lived in. Just a month prior, he had watched a woman give birth to her son's child. And just six months ago, that same one was getting all her holes stuffed. Her son had take her cunt for a whole week, clearly they were trying to get a baby.
The thought of getting his mother pregnant had crossed his mind many times, but he felt that now wasn't the right time. He was still young, and he had much to explore. He would prefer a more stable life, before fucking some babies into his women.
Taking one last look inside the room, only to see the mother fucking her son Amazon style, he turned to leave.
Outside, the pathways were as frozen as ever. The sky was dark and promised much cold. Thanks to his advance however, he was fully immune to the effects. Dravin glanced at his haul over the past two years.
[33,690]
He was ready to purchase some more abilities.
Previously he had purchased the Incubus Bloodline, only Trace at 1200 LP. There was a reason why it was price at such a ridiculous price. A human couldn't just guzzle down the Blood Essence of a being of higher existence and expect to become like them. In fact, the process was far more complicated.
That's why he had purchased Trace Bloodline at first. It was to let his body get used to it. He smiled as he eyed the next level in his Bloodline progression.
[Lineage Descendant] (10% - 30%)
LP : 10,000 - 30,000
He was ready to up his game.