I also used Akashic Records to acquire several useful magic spells and spent much of my time practicing them in a secluded area of the forest where I wouldn’t disturb anyone.
Among the spells I learned were various forms of Space Magic, Destruction Magic, and the magic of the basic elements. Since I had already been a highly accomplished magic user in my original world, adapting to these spells came naturally to me.
I even studied Nuclear Magic, one of the most destructive forms of magic in existence.
However, I chose not to practice it.
The damage it could cause was simply too great, and I had no desire to give the Dryads a headache by devastating parts of the forest. They were good-hearted spirits who worked tirelessly to maintain the balance of nature and protect the many races living within the Great Jura Forest.
As such, I restricted myself to less destructive forms of experimentation.
When Rimuru finally woke up, he was greeted by a shocking sight.
The effects of the naming ceremony had exceeded even his expectations.
Every monster he had named had undergone a dramatic evolution.
The goblins had transformed into powerful Hobgoblins, while the Direwolves had evolved into the much stronger Tempest Wolves.
The changes were especially noticeable among the goblins.
The frail and elderly village chief, Rigurd, had evolved into a tall, muscular, and energetic Goblin Lord. His previously aged appearance had vanished entirely, replaced by the bearing of a capable leader.
The male goblins had become significantly stronger and more imposing, while the female goblins evolved into beautiful and capable Goblinas, possessing both increased strength and intelligence.
The wolves experienced equally impressive changes.
Their bodies grew larger and more powerful, their fur became denser, and their magicule capacity increased tremendously.
Among them, Ranga underwent the greatest transformation.
A magnificent horn emerged from his forehead, marking him as the new leader of the pack.
The newly evolved Tempest Wolves became fiercely loyal to Rimuru.
Unfortunately, they also became somewhat troublesome.
Their immense strength made controlling their excitement difficult.
Whenever they became happy and started wagging their tails, powerful gusts of wind would erupt around them, sometimes creating small localized tornadoes that left destruction in their wake.
The sight of enormous wolves accidentally flattening parts of the village simply because they were excited was both impressive and absurd.
Rimuru could only stare at the transformed monsters in disbelief.
Then he looked at the sleeping wolves.
Then at the evolved goblins.
Then back at himself.
"...What the hell happened while I was asleep?"
I merely smiled from the side and decided not to answer.
Some lessons were better learned through experience.
With the goblins and wolves now significantly larger and stronger than before, their original shelters had become far too small. Their growing population also required a much greater supply of food and resources.
To address these issues, Rimuru organized the monsters into specialized teams and assigned each group a specific role. Goblins and wolves were paired together to form scouting and hunting units, allowing them to patrol the surrounding forest more efficiently while gathering food for the village.
To ensure order and stability, Rimuru established three fundamental laws for everyone in the village:
1. Do not attack other races without reason.
2. Do not fight among yourselves.
3. Do not exploit or harm humans.
I added a fourth law of my own.
"If someone attacks us first without justification," I said, "then you have every right to defend yourselves. Retaliation is acceptable, and if necessary, lethal force may be used."
The monsters quickly accepted the rule.
During this time, I also spent several hours discussing humanity with Rimuru. Unlike the optimistic view he initially held, I explained that humans in this world were not always kind or reasonable. Many were willing to commit terrible acts for wealth, power, or personal gain.
At first, Rimuru struggled to accept my perspective.
However, after hearing more about the world’s history and the conflicts between races, he eventually understood the logic behind my words.
In the end, we reached a mutual understanding.
The village’s next major problem was the lack of proper housing, weapons, armor, and clothing.
To solve this issue, Rimuru decided to travel to the Armed Nation of Dwargon and negotiate with the dwarves for supplies and skilled craftsmen.
A small expedition party was assembled, consisting of Rimuru, Rigur, Gobta, several other goblins, and myself.
Naturally, I brought Fenrys along as well.
Unlike ordinary wolves, Fenrys could freely switch between her demi-human form and her wolf form.
In her wolf form, she was covered in beautiful silver-white fur that shimmered beneath the sunlight, making her look both majestic and intimidating.
The journey from the Goblin Village to Dwargon normally took nearly two months on foot through the vast Great Forest of Jura.
However, thanks to the incredible speed of the newly evolved Tempest Wolves, our travel time was reduced dramatically.
Even so, I could have reached Dwargon much faster on my own.
The purpose of the trip was not merely to arrive at our destination but also to experience the world firsthand.
For three days, we traveled through the forest, crossing rivers, passing ancient trees, and observing countless monsters and settlements hidden within the wilderness.
Although the journey itself was relatively uneventful, it was still an enjoyable experience.
Riding my dear wolf was a thrill in both the literal and sexual sense.
Taking her in the wild, under the open sky, was an experience unlike any other.
Her moans would often transform into wild, untamed howls that echoed through the trees, a primal symphony that spoke of her deepest pleasure.
I discovered just how sensitive she was when I’d gently pull or pinch her tail and ears.
Each touch sent a shiver through her entire body, her muscles tensing and relaxing in waves of ecstasy. It was utterly enchanting to witness.
My past experiences with Yasaka, the nine-tailed fox, certainly served me well here; I knew just how to handle a woman with such potent, animalistic instincts.
The way her wolfkin nature responded to every touch, every caress, was intoxicating.
Her tail would twitch and curl with each new sensation, and her ears would flatten against her hair when she was overwhelmed with pleasure.
It was a raw, primal connection that transcended the physical, a meeting of two souls in the most ancient of dances.
The forest was alive with the symphony of the night, a chorus of chirping insects and rustling leaves that formed a primal backdrop to our illicit encounter.
The moon, a sliver of silver in the inky sky, cast long, dancing shadows across the clearing, illuminating the glistening fair skin of my wolfkin girl.
She was a creature of the wild, a being of untamed passion and fierce loyalty, and tonight, she was all mine.
"Master," she breathed, her voice a husky whisper that vibrated with anticipation. "Please... I’ve been waiting for this all day."
I knelt behind her, my hands tracing the curve of her spine, feeling her shiver under my touch. Her skin was cool to the touch, a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from her core.
"Patience, my little wolf," I murmured, my fingers dancing down to the base of her tail. "Good things come to those who wait."
*Whimper.* She arched her back, pressing herself against me as I gently tugged on her tail. "Please, Master," she begged, her voice thick with need. "I need you inside me."
I chuckled, my other hand moving to cup her breast, my thumb teasing her hardened nipple. "Is that so?" I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear. "Tell me what you want, my pet."
*Gasps.* "I want you to fuck me, Master," she cried out, her body trembling with desire. "I want you to mate with me, make me yours."
With a low growl, I positioned myself at her entrance, my cock throbbing with anticipation. "As you wish," I grunted, and with one swift thrust, I buried myself deep inside her. *Thump!*
*Howl!* Her moan turned into a wild, primal howl that echoed through the forest, her body convulsing around me as I filled her completely.
"Yes! Master! Yes!" she screamed, our bodies meeting a loud, rhythmic *slap, slap, slap* that mingled with her cries of pleasure. Her tail wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper, urging me on.
*Pant, pant, pant,* her breaths came in ragged gasps, her body moving in sync with mine, a perfect dance of dominance and submission.
"Harder, Master," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "Please, harder!"
I obliged, my thrusts becoming more powerful, more demanding. *Thump, thump, thump.*
The bed of moss beneath us was soon a mess of sweat and juices, the air thick with the scent of our arousal. Her claws dug into the earth, her knuckles white as she gripped the ground, her body a vessel for my pleasure.
*Gasp!* I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles.
"Cum for me, my little wolf," I commanded, my voice a low growl. "Cum for your Master."
*Howl!* Her body tensed, her back arching as her orgasm crashed over her. "Master! I’m cumming!" she screamed, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice, milking me for all I was worth.
With a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, my cock pulsing as I released my load.
Groan!
"Take it all, my pet," I grunted, my body shuddering with the force of my release.
We collapsed onto the moss, a tangled mess of limbs and sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.
I pulled her into my arms, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Master," she whispered, her voice thick with contentment. "That was... amazing."
I chuckled, my fingers stroking her hair. "You were amazing, Fenrys," I murmured, my lips brushing against her forehead.
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