Time blurred as everything felt fuzzy, I couldn’t think straight, and the only thing I knew was happening was the screaming sexy blonde woman under my grip.
"Aah~! Kira... Not so rough!"
The way she was twisting looked pretty unsettling if this was any other scenario. Her lips parted, stretched open wide as she silently howled.
My soft hands were gripping her waist, as I continued to push my cock all the way inside her. Her wet lips kept my cock sliding in out faster than I could think.
She groaned and arched her back as my cock got harder and firmer. I could see the outline of my cock on her toned body.
Her beautiful breasts began to shake with each thrust.
As I slowly came out of my lustful haze, I could hear her panting and her glossy gaze staring at me as she bit her lower lip.
"Kira.... how... many... more... rounds... Aah~! Left...."
I had just realized how slippery her pussy was, how soaked my cock was. How many had I fucked her in my blind haze?!
This woman is too precious.
I gripped her waist tighter as I went inside of her experiencing it for the first time myself.
Every time my cock went deeper inside of her, I could feel her squeezing the life out of my cock.
I knew she could feel it now, my cock was twitching and I was ready to blow my load inside of her.
Before I could decide how I wanted to do anything she lifted her legs and wrapped them tightly around me.
"Kira cum inside of me. I want to feel it again, I want to feel your amazing cock finish in me one last time."
"Say it again..."
"Cum inside me! I love your fucking cock!"
The sound of flesh slapping together echoed across the room as I increased my pace. I grabbed her breast with one hand while holding her waist tight in the other.
I could feel how hot her chest and mine were. Growing hotter by the second. I swear someone turned the thermostat up to 100.
With one final thrust, her back arched as I began to let everything out, filling her up.
....
By the time everything finally stopped, I had absolutely no idea how long Seraphina and I had been in that room.
She lay beside me with her blonde hair spread across the pillow in a tangled mess, one arm resting over her stomach while she stared determinedly at the ceiling.
Her breathing had finally begun to settle, but the flush across her cheeks and down her neck hadn’t faded much at all.
Considering the woman had spent the last few hours showing absolutely no shame, watching her suddenly rediscover every ounce of it was almost adorable.
"Not one fucking word," Seraphina muttered without looking at me, pulling the blanket higher over herself as though covering another few inches of skin might somehow restore her dignity.
I turned my head toward her, and the grin pulling at my lips immediately earned me a glare. "I haven’t said anything."
"You’re smiling, Kira," Seraphina replied, narrowing her blue eyes before dragging the blanket even higher. "Somehow that’s worse."
"I just had a very enjoyable evening. Am I supposed to look miserable?"
Seraphina’s glare sharpened as she finally turned her head toward me. "You could at least pretend to have some dignity."
My gaze traveled over the tangled blankets before returning to the future Fallen Saintess lying beneath them. "I think dignity left this room a few hours ago."
The color in Seraphina’s face deepened immediately. She grabbed the nearest pillow, shoved it over her face, and muttered some threat towards me.
I laughed as I settled deeper into the mattress. "You were considerably more confident a little while ago."
The pillow lowered just enough for one furious blue eye to appear. "I hate you."
"There she is," I replied, unable to keep the satisfaction from my voice.
Seraphina shoved the pillow back over her face, and I decided I’d pushed my luck enough for the moment. For someone who’d spent the night doing everything possible to destroy my composure, she was having a remarkably difficult time dealing with the consequences now that the heat of the moment had passed.
As my breathing finally returned to normal, I became painfully aware of just how fucking strange my life had become.
Twenty-four hours ago, I’d spent twenty-six years knowing exactly what it felt like to be a woman, and now I was lying beside Seraphina in a Succubus body that had come with several very significant additions.
The strangest part was how quickly I’d stopped thinking of those additions as strange.
I glanced beneath the tangled blanket and couldn’t keep another satisfied grin from spreading across my face.
Experiencing sex from this side for the first time had been fucking incredible, and I was beginning to understand why so many of the male protagonists I’d written had made catastrophically stupid decisions whenever a beautiful woman was involved.
’Having a cock is fucking awesome.’
Seraphina lowered the pillow when she noticed my expression and immediately narrowed her eyes. "Whatever you’re thinking about right now, keep it to yourself."
"Probably a good idea," I admitted, which only made her look more suspicious.
I closed my eyes again, expecting exhaustion to settle over me now that everything was finally finished. Instead, I became aware of a strange pressure beneath my skin, a dense warmth moving through my body in slow pulses that felt vaguely familiar.
My eyes opened as I concentrated on it.
This wasn’t the same warmth I’d experienced when my stamina suddenly recovered earlier. It reminded me of the mana gathering in my body whenever I used Blighted Radiance, except there was considerably more of it now.
A translucent window appeared above me.
[SUCCUBUS PHYSIOLOGY]
[Total Absorbed Mana: 18]
[Spirit determines Mana Absorption efficiency and Succubus Recovery.]
[Mana available for absorption varies by target.]
[Magic determines Mana Capacity and Magical Output.]
I stared at the third line for several seconds. Seraphina was still recovering from having her mana channels restored, and her Fallen Seraph Bloodline had only awakened to five percent, yet I’d managed to absorb eighteen mana from her over the course of the night.
’If she’s giving me this much now, what the fuck happens when she actually reaches SSS potential?’
The second implication was even harder to ignore. Seraphina was only the first of seven future calamities, and if my investments worked the way the System promised. Every single one of those women was eventually going to become monstrously powerful.
That possibility was going to require some serious experimentation.
Seraphina had lowered the pillow completely now and was studying my expression. "What happened?"
"I absorbed mana from you," I replied, glancing between her and the notification floating above me.
Her eyebrows immediately pulled together.
Seraphina pushed herself slightly upright before closing her eyes. Her expression became focused as she searched inward, presumably checking her own reserves, and several seconds passed before the tension disappeared from her shoulders.
"I can feel that some of my mana is missing, but it isn’t enough to weaken me," she explained as she opened her eyes again. "My channels are functioning normally, so it should regenerate."
That immediately made the ability much more interesting. My own mana felt completely restored after everything that had happened, yet additional energy remained inside me. If Seraphina naturally regenerated what I’d absorbed, then I hadn’t permanently taken anything from her.
Before I could explore the thought further, another notification appeared.
[CORE BOND DETECTED]
[Excess Mana may be transferred to Ashfall Dungeon Core.]
[Transfer 18 Mana?]
[YES/NO]
My amusement disappeared as I stared at the option.
Ashfall had seven stored mana when I inherited it. The dungeon barely had enough energy to maintain the systems still functioning, its defensive integrity was twelve percent, and twenty-three people were relying on me to somehow turn the place around before Roland eventually arrived to murder everyone.
Now eighteen additional mana was sitting inside me.
I selected yes.
The effect was profound. The warmth beneath my skin flowed toward something deeper, following the invisible connection between me and the Dungeon Core until the pressure gradually disappeared from my body.
[MANA TRANSFER SUCCESSFUL]
[ASHFALL DUNGEON]
[Rank: F]
[Floors: 3]
[Population: 23]
[Treasury: 13 Silver, 42 Copper]
[Stored Mana: 25/100]
[Defensive Integrity: 12%]
My eyes remained fixed on the twenty-five as the implications settled into place. We had more than tripled Ashfall’s stored mana in a single night, and I hadn’t found a treasure chest, discovered some forgotten stockpile Velessa left behind, killed monsters, completed a quest, or spent money we absolutely didn’t have.
I’d slept with Seraphina, absorbed some of the mana she would naturally regenerate, and transferred it directly into the Core.
’I can fuck Ashfall back to life.’
The thought was so fucking ridiculous that a smile spread across my face before I could stop it.
Seraphina immediately noticed. "Why do I suddenly feel like I’m going to regret asking what that window said?"
"You helped the dungeon," I told her, seriously considering whether I wanted to explain exactly how much she’d helped.
Seraphina’s eyes narrowed as she shifted beneath the blanket. "How?"
"I’ll explain when you’re wearing clothes."
Her face turned crimson again, and she opened her mouth to respond before another notification appeared in front of me.
[FATE DEVIATION DETECTED]
[Seraphina Vael’s relationship with the Dungeon Mistress has deviated significantly from its canonical path.]
[Investment Bond Strengthened.]
[AUTHOR’S INSIGHT UPDATED.]
The smile slowly disappeared from my face as one name immediately entered my thoughts.
Roland.
I summoned the countdown I’d been trying very hard not to think about tonight, and the familiar crimson window appeared above the bed.
[THE BEGINNING OF THE ORIGINAL STORY]
[Hero Roland will enter the Demon Frontier in:]
[773 Days, 6 Hours, 18 Minutes]
[Canonical Event #1: Destruction of Ashfall Dungeon.]
[Expected Survivors: 0.]
My stomach tightened as I read the number again. When I’d first awakened inside Ashfall, that countdown had been more than 785 days, which meant somewhere between restoring Seraphina’s mana channels, awakening her Fallen Seraph Bloodline, freeing her from the dungeon’s cells, and completely destroying whatever relationship we’re supposed to have in the original story, I’d lost more than twelve days.
A final notification appeared beneath the timer.
[CANONICAL PRESSURE INCREASED]
[Significant deviations from established fate may accelerate canonical events.]
I stared at the warning while the consequences settled into place. The Forbidden Evolution System rewarded me for changing things, but the world wasn’t going to let me rewrite everything for free.
Every major change could move Roland closer.
Seraphina shifted beside me and pushed herself upright, pulling the blanket around her as she watched my expression. Whatever embarrassment she’d been feeling disappeared when she realized something was actually wrong.
"Kira, what happened?" she asked, her voice losing its earlier irritation as her eyes searched mine.
I looked at her for several seconds before answering.
In the original story, Seraphina would eventually become the Fallen Saintess and die fighting Roland.
That wasn’t happening anymore.
At least, I intended to make damn sure it didn’t.
Unfortunately, fate seemed determined to collect interest.
"How quickly can you get back into fighting shape?" I asked as I pushed myself upright and began searching beside the bed for wherever my clothes had ended up.
Seraphina’s blue eyes narrowed at the sudden question. "Why?"
I found what remained of my dress on the floor and stared at the torn fabric for a moment before deciding it was probably beyond saving.
"Because, things are only going to continue to get messy from here."