Pantsu and Braja were on their hands and knees, licking up the puddle I'd left behind, their long snaking tongue reveled in it, and Sade had almost finished her healing carrot.
I haven't even mopped yet...
The essence-soaked produce's effects were immediate, the scrapes along her body were receding in real time, I stared at her mouth, that loving tongue, tasting me, "You should let me return the favor..."
She paused, "I- I don't know, I kind of caught up in, in everything," but she took another bite. Crunch.
After what had just taken place, I didn't think I could push her too far, but I didn't want to test it. She'd already met me where I stood, without judgement. That meant everything.
"I get it," I said, and nuzzled up against her shoulder, "Just let me know if, when..."
"Heh, okay," she smiled at me, the gash along her chin was now pink, catching the light.
"Holy shit you came buckets!" Braja declared, licking at the shining rivulets on Pantsu's calves.
"Joshi Braja," Panstu incanted, and kimono-clad, big titty, dorm-crasher Braja returned, "If you're going to put tongue to me, do it right."
"Oh? Are you mad you didn't get to stuff the maid? Someone feeling pent-up?" Braja said, clasping Pantsu's thigh in her now little hands.
"We're going to the woods. Now," Pantsu picked her up by her head, exiting the front door with a squirming, needy Braja hanging mid-air beside her.
Would, would that hurt?
I craned my neck, trying to get a feel for it.
Sadie eyed me, giggled, "You're so fucking far gone!"
"I know!" I kicked my feet on the floor in a thud thud thud, "If Van ever pulls us back I'm ruined... No Earth man could ever compare..."
There was a beat of silence, her eyes pulled somewhere else. Then I said, "I want you to go back though. I'll try and help..."
"I- shouldn't be thinking about that. What if I just can't." She pulled her knees in tight.
Tch. "M'lady,"
I looked up. Him. Sir Durian, the skeletal simp-knight. My sworn dead errand-boy.
No.
He'd found a true damsel in distress, and was taking his knee. He planted that fucking rusty sword in my God-damned foyer floor.
"Your loyalty belongs to me you son of bitch!", I got to my feet, tits swaying.
Tch, "My loyalty lies first to my title, Protector of Women, not of Demon-Bedded-"
I tackled his ass, and he clattered to the ground, "Mercy," he cried, shielding his bone face, "I cannot commit to combat with a maiden, no matter how sin infested!"
I slapped his helmet and it rang, gritty chain-mail digging into my ass, "I'll rip that fucking tongue from your-"
"I don't have a tongue!" his feet scraped along the floor, trying to find purchase.
Then Sadie was there. She bent low and grabbed his head, lifted it from his shoulders, "That's no way to speak to a woman," she said, walking it through the kitchen door, then to the cellar's, and tossed it down the stairs, "You're in time out."
She returned as I dismounted from the scrambling, clattering mess.
That was hot.
"I'll have a talk with him later," She said, and booted him between the thigh-bones. Then followed, providing directing kicks to get his lower half out the front doorway.
Really hot.
She was filling out, there were no longer bags beneath her eyes, "How do you select a class," she asked, pulling the rusted short-sword from the floor.
Yes my liege. Claim your throne.
It wasn't the simplest process, "So, classes here are like, lenses you use to commune with elemental forces. Everyone has affinities, linked to their body parts, that correlate to specific elements, you can rank them up, but if you don't have a class, they don't really do anything."
She nodded, it looked like she was following. I went on, "And each class is basically an idea that the elements resonate with. Being a maid is all about domestic duty and comfort. It seemed like a safe option that I might actually be qualified for..."
"Yeah," Sadie sat down and let me continue my naked, thigh-dripping lecture.
"Each of those class ideas is based on a Paragon, this place's version of a God I think, an individual from the past that somehow forged this connection with the elements. When you're acting in communion with your chosen Paragon's ideals, the elements read you as them, and assist. Because of that, my magic only works when it's being used for domestic, comforting things."
"Okay. Do monsters work the same way?"
"I have no idea," I'd been too busy grinding them for XP them to ask. I knew men had equivalent lightning affinities for their chests and radiance affinities for their cocks, but, what if a monster didn't have hands, or thighs. What would tentacles connect to? Xar had pussy radiance though, so something was going on there.
"Huh, alright. Is there a list of Paragons? Do I just pray to one or something?" she said, flicking bits of rust off her stolen blade.
"No. I don't think there's a complete list..." I'd not seen one, "You've got to be initiated by a current class member. I could technically make you into a maid if I'd memorized the rites,"
"I don't know if maid's my style," she said, "I don't want to have to rely on people."
"Then get one of the Oni to do it," Gob-Daddy called from the kitchen.
What!?
"Hang on- Are they like fighters or something?" I stormed his work-space, "Are they!?"
"No, they're Oni," he said while flipping an egg.
"You're telling me I could have monster-classed..." My knees were weak, in the bad way.
"Well not a true monster unless you hit ascendance, but yeah, like demi-monster," He was enjoying this.
So unfair. The unlimited potential, a whole bestiary of slut-selves I could have been.
"Can I unclass? Reclass?" I said, holding onto one last shred of hope.
"You can ascend maid, then branch," he let out a snort, "Good luck with that."
Oh I'll find a fucking way.
"Sadie, it's training arc time!" I turned, she was staring out the front door, towards the woods, and the sounds of Braja getting her insides demolished against an oak's trunk, "Lets do it."