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In the end, the night paid off 100%! I got a full-fledged contract with Bathory, acquiring a stylish tattoo in the form of a dragon pattern on the back of my palm. The purpose of this tattoo is still vague, but I think I'll figure it out soon. Bathory was also not left without a gift and on her tummy, below the navel, in addition to the bulging belly from the seed, appeared a pink seal, as well as Alice and Arine. And this, I'll be honest, was very pleasing to my eyes and pleased my ego. Most notably, I was even able to increase my strength and agility by a few points during this marathon! Two units to be exact, that's how productive the night was and how much I rubbed my groin!
I'll be honest, it's shocking, I've never increased my stats like that before. I even thought of repeating the feat, but just looking at the girls makes my balls curl up and my cock go painfully numb. I'm too tired - yes, yes, it's possible. And how ridiculous and even somewhat amusing was the look of my companions now... What am I talking about? Is it not a secret and not a revelation that after such games the girls squinted, wriggled and walked mostly like a crab, writhing with discomfort in the groin? And this is not to mention their appearance with rounded bellies?
This is what I've been watching since sunrise, trying to contain my smile and the unpleasant effects of a long night. And if the unpleasant feelings were easy enough to deal with - the healing magic helped me with that, but the smile was harder to hold back. It's still fun to watch the girls suffer. And their emotions alone... mmmm, it's as much fun as watching them! A spooky cocktail of feelings! I love it!
No, I haven't become sharply sadistic, but looking at them makes my mood skyrocket like a very old cartoon. It's nice, damn it, to feel like a male and see a bit of myself on them...literally on everything. I mean, they definitely look good in white and that scruffy look. It makes me happy!
But that's not what I'm talking about right now.
- Ubgg... the master is a real monster... - holding her slightly bulging belly, Bathory suffered morally, trying to squeeze out her excess seed at the master's prompting. And her thoughts were far from happy, albeit satisfied. Bathory understood everything, and she never wanted to anger the master again! Never! Even though she was happy to spend this marvellous night and become his female, but several hours on end was too much even for her! And she was a dragon! A DRAGON! Mistress of the heavens and supreme being! What a shame! - Bathory mentally complained, or rather stated what had happened.
Arine, standing next to the tree, agreed with her, repeating the dragon's movements, but she had already had such experience, and she managed it much faster than her companion. After squeezing out the excess, not without regret, her slightly pale body was covered with a red, transparent film, which burst at the same second, revealing Arinée completely clean of secretions.
It was the envy of Bathory, who had not yet fully mastered such a trick and was now busily pretending to be a lemon in a juicer. As tired on the outside as he was sour on the inside. The associations that come to mind after a night out. Everyone agreed, even me.
'Funny ability and definitely useful...' - I nodded approvingly, not wanting to waste time with water. However, despite the similar trick that I repeated yesterday not without difficulty, but with a different effect of the flash of 'darkness', I definitely need to visit the hot springs! Purely out of a craving for beauty - to wash away the dirt with fatigue, well, and banal habit from the previous life.
After nodding to myself and setting another goal, I cured Arine from unpleasant sensations, and after waiting for Bathory to repeat a similar 'discharge' with some difficulty, I cured her as well. We did not linger any longer, and packing up our things, we moved towards the city. But before we did, I showed Bathory the pattern on my arm, arching an eyebrow questioningly, assuming she must know more about it than I did.
After all, she is my familiar and something I don't want to distract Mika right now, for obvious, envious, reasons.
- The mark of the familiar, master! - Bathory replied with a phlegmatic look, as if I should have known that. She even looked at me like I was crazy, which she promptly slapped me on the back. - Ouch! Master!
- Ahem... well, yes... that makes sense...' I nodded at her answer, ignoring the indignation on Bathory's face. But... that didn't tell me much, and the problem of the dragon's appearance was still in question. I mean that her horns and tail, as well as the style of clothing that changes almost every few hours at her whim, will definitely attract unnecessary attention to us, and I do not want that.
And if with clothes everything is solvable with a spanking, but with the rest ....
Based on the logic of the locals, I don't think there are creatures like her roaming the world. She will definitely attract attention (not counting lizards, their females, or... their ancestors - dragons, but it's not for sure), and given the horns she can be mistaken for a demon or something worse and then there will be questions: 'who is that pretty girl with the horns and isn't she a demon?'
I guess I don't know exactly, but it could happen! You don't have to go far for an example - recent peasants. They thought my little girl was a demon. But peasants are superstitious people themselves, and this world, mired in a war with demons - a very strange war, the locals literally have triggers for horns like that, and every wearer of them is branded a demon. Perhaps, I'm not entirely sure here.
After beating up yesterday's peasants as a precaution, I tried to explain the opposite to the uneducated people, but they took me for a demon's minion! You bastards, so I could be a minion? Ahem. So the conclusions are disappointing, and I'm going to have to work on my Bathory appearance to avoid a massacre in self-defence of my Estate. The worst part is, there's no way to remove those 'almost' features. We've tried that. If only the tail, the girl could still remove - grudgingly dispel, but the horns, no matter how hard Bathory tried, she could not remove them!
And this is a problem, a very serious problem, which prevents me from acting openly. And I did not intend to leave her in the forest - she is not the kind of person to sit alone for so long, and it is impossible to hide her horns behind her clothes or cloak. Any sudden movement or breeze and goodbye disguise, and hello a lot of problems.
I don't know what to do. I have to break my head, a few 'steps' away from my goal in the lake city, which again, stresses! It's very stressful!
'Problem...' - I mentally moaned, twitching and grabbing my hair. - 'Ow, fuck, I shouldn't have done that.'
There were no ideas and that made it even more depressing, straining my thinking beyond measure.
'Unless...' - A glance caught on those very problems.
With a glance at Bathory and her horns, I grabbed hold of them and pulled the squeaking girl towards me. Naturally she wasn't happy about it, but she didn't dare resist, though she took offence.
But I didn't care about childish grudges.
- And if... saw them off? - I thoughtfully suggested. And as soon as I suggested it, Bathory trembled like a leaf in a storm. She almost fell down, losing her strength, looking at me with tears in her eyes, emotionally struck with strong despair and fear.
I was confused by this and let go of the girl, to which she hurried to hide behind Arine's back, no less surprised by her action.
- Don't, master! Don't ruin me! Please, I'll be obedient and do anything you say! - Báthory pleaded tearfully, sniffling her nose and shedding tears, nevertheless not hurrying to fall to her feet for effect.
'Fuck! Did I say that out loud?' - I was perplexed by Bathory's behaviour, slowly realising what had just occurred to me. That... yeah, that was harsh, even for me, and kind of rambling. Also... I don't like tears - girls always smear snot all over their clothes afterwards, and always on the clothes of the person they're talking to for some reason....
- Y-yes, master... - Bathory nodded, confirming my thoughts and not only.
And that said it out loud...
'Business...'
After a couple of minutes, and about a hundred assurances that it was just a bad joke.
I had become a towel for one particular person after all.
Stroking the dragoness who was trustingly clinging to me through her hair, I finally assured her that it was a bad joke. Finally, I was able to reassure her! Damn it, this was terribly difficult! Even with the familiar bond, it was hard to calm Bathory down from the tantrums and childish fear of all dragons!
Uhhhh, but I managed it, even though it took a lot of nerve. Well, at least I learnt why 'you can't take away a dragon's horns'. It's as ridiculous an excuse as: 'dragon snot has medicinal properties.' It's just childish fear and superstition, that's all.
- Really, you promise, don't you? - Báthory looked at me with red and swollen eyes, sniffing her nose.
I nodded, pulling her gently against me, using the healing on the girl again, negating the traces of tears and stress. Ugh, I'm so tired and fucked up... but we don't show it, we smile and wave! I said smile!
- Still, we still have to solve your problem somehow. - I shook my head tiredly, wanting to lie down to sleep for the first time.
- 'T-then... then... n-just o-call me off, Master...' Bathory suggested timidly, putting me into an incredible stupor.
'Why, was that allowed?' - I only had to stupidly flap my eyes and scratch my head at such a simple... thought. I even repeated it out loud and got the exact same response. Here I am... uhhhh, no words, just emotions!
It's all because of fatigue! That's right, it's because of that! Except that didn't stop me from coming to one conclusion.
'Sometimes I'm stunned by myself! But... it's not every day a familiar shows up, no wonder I have mistakes like this!'
- T-but... just... visit me sometimes, okay? - Báthory raised a gentle gaze at me, distracting and pleasing me with her request.
It was strong, I even felt a surge of strength. The girl's loving gaze burned with a flame of hope and slight fear that I couldn't help but give a positive answer. And it was easy to do, I didn't even lose anything in doing so. One second here, an hour away.
- Good... - and to confirm my words, I kissed her forehead, to which Bathory threw herself into a hug, squeaking something unintelligible.
It's finally over.
That was how we solved the problem of her appearance, and I realised how to summon and recall my familiar. It was very easy, it didn't even take a minute. Just ten seconds and Bathory disappears in a red flash of light, and I feel warmth and a slight emotional boost.
My hand stung a little where I had the seal, but that was nothing.
I'd offer Mick an interesting experience, but I'm afraid I have enough neighbours in my head to let anyone else in. Maybe later when I need to burn roaches, but definitely not now.
Besides, I'm tired as hell!