"Damn it!" Felicia grunts as she sees her copy is gone. "Hmph - make sure your former boss doesn't escape." She moves to the unconscious woman, tears open the front of her outfit with a claw, before applying the stamp on her breasts. "I'll be back soon." Leaping into the air, Felicia ascends to the rooftops to see if she can get any glimpse of her escapee.
"Clearly, you're accessing that I'd have no reason to make such a lie. Even so, let's begin. If your reality aligns with mine, your first successful experiment was likely at fourteen. Construct. Silly little thing. You've never read the Odyssey though you have cited it at numerous partiers to make yourself sound smarter in front of nobles. Of course, we really didn't have to. You also have a scar right on your- Ivy went silent for a moment as her hand reached for the woman's rear and squeezed it. "Mostly healed tissue. Barely noticeable. Dare I say how you got it?" She took another appreciative squeeze of her own ass while staring at herself. "Naturally, these are things not even the likes of Azwel could possibly know. It can only be concluded by empirical evidence that at least to some extent, I cannot be a fabrication. Thus, we can assume some constants must remain true. Since we exist and thus possess the cursed blood, De Leon must by nature exist and corrupted by the blade. However, as painfully as you likely discovered, simply beating him to death will only have father reform later. Thus, looking at it logically we could use his own lust for soul edge for him to consume shards from other dimensions. He will never share power with anyone. Not even himself. Once caught between worlds....and with some eventual planning the timelines can be done to ensure he won't reform at the point we've slain him the first time if that soul edge of his earth is destroyed. Of course....all this is easierr said than done. But naturally, at least a few hundred of us must be up to the same thing. Besides, the other rewards are quite lovely."
"All you needed to do to avoid all of this is to be polite," Mark said wiping his forehead "And damn, you are tough. You should be a good soldier for a tier 1. And I think I'll have to do it an old-fashioned way... but later." Mark gave himself (and incidentally Juka,) so needed rest to quickly check the surroundings for any signs of bandits or other unwanted guests, have a quick breakfast with Hana, and treat her wound as his limited skills allowed. He then returned to the captive and undressed in front of her, "Where did we stop, cunt?"
Her new minions nodded to Felicia's orders. She landed on the rooftop, and looked around. She could feel the cold night... slowly coming to an end. Spoiler: senses failure As she looked around, she quickly realised that her version of herself has left. She would not be able to find her.
The bound woman narrowed her eyes. "I actually prefer Iliad, the wrath of Achilles. But the rest seems to be accurate." She hummed as she listened to the proposition. "Let's say I would be interested in your plan." She said after a pause. "What is it exactly that you plan?And what do you want from me? Because if you could go along with your plan, you would have not approached me."
Hana looked a little fidgety, but Mark could not tell if it was his violence or her wound that made her that way. Still, she seemed not to voice any protest at treatment of Juka. As he approached tha bandit, she only whimpered.
"I suggest no kicking," Mark said softly as he started untying her legs. He then moved one of her legs aside (the other one was still pinned to the ground by the spear) "You may even enjoy the contrast between pain and pleasure, you know?"
Juka's breathing quickened as she looked at Mark fearfully. She whimpered as he spread her legs apart. She said nothing, not resisting at all, with her hands still tied behind her back. She only bit her lip as she looked at him...
"Fuck this shit. Just fuck this shit. " Mark found that he is not even that aroused. It was so much easier with the elf... Her extreme beauty and the novelty of doing it with a pure, mythical creature made everything so easy. Now it felt more like a chore. And like a low-level crude rape beneath him. He considered going for kicks in the head instead... he wasn't sure that he can measure the strength accurately to merely knock her out and not kill her... Or cause brain damage beyond what the company will care to fix. "I really need that one damned credit to buy some medical aid for Hanna! And a soldier slave to not have her killed! And it is your arrogance that brought it to you!" He sounded desperate for an excuse as if trying to convince himself. What proceeded was sex. Straightforward, rough unimaginative, aimed at exhausting Juka beyond her limits as quickly as possible.
“For now, I must take your place in this tournament. For our greater goals, they will take time, but we have all the time we could need. Not to mention, while we’re at it….it’s possible I’m still holding a bit of a grudge against that whore Setsuka. For the time being, we need to build. Earn their trust, get some of us working in the labs with access to all their resources to develop our knowledge further and then….when the time comes we’ll be able to harness Calibur into purging the dimensions of edge’s taint. All of them. Of course….there’s a few problems. We’ll take it slowly, certainly. But we’ll do it. One of the larger issues is as you realize, we can never wield it ourselves. Without Sophita or Siegfried to carry and channel the blade, we might be at a loss. But we certainly can bring a few hundred of them on board eventually. Then…people with the ability to manipulate and weave time. Zamasel would help, but with access to so many universes at our disposal he is not necessarily the only option. We have options. Our options are we can travel anywhere and do nearly anything . We simply need to build the means. Granted, I don’t think either of us have much interest in working underneath such patron’s heels for long. We’re simply being practical and smart about it. Let them think they’ve outsmarted us. Fall beneath notice. That will make it easier.”
Spoiler: sex success As Mark proceeded to ravage his prisoner, he soon found her folds wrapping tightly around his dick. Juka actually started moaning as he took her, coiling as much as she could, looking at him with fear but also lust. After a few moments she arched, as her body started shaking from orgasmic release. Her pussy squeezed him. As he continued, she soon climaxed again... As Mark sat next to heavily breathing and moaning bandit, he received notification of capture of the bandit and given decision to either sell or capture her.
"That's a grand vision, alright..." The bound woman nodded her head. "But I don't see a reason why I should give up my position in tournament for you." She stated, narrowing her eye lightly.
"I would prefer to do it differently..." Mark did not look particularly satisfied despite quite an intensive orgasm he just experienced "As I said before, now you will be trained. Once you return, your first task will be to find me should I not be around. I will be likely still dealing with your gang... Or perhaps proceed to my destination, Shire. I suggest you to be a good girl and finish your training as soon as possible. As my slave, you will have a chance for a really good life. " Not entirely sure that Juka even registered his words, Mark selected the capture option and immediately started browsing the shop for a powerful one-time heal option for Hanna for 1 gained credit.
The moment he clicked capture, Juka disappeared and a new notification appeared. Spoiler: Notification T1 bandit Juka captured. T-71:59:59 until target conversion completed. 1 credit gained. As he sought through the possible options, he found that he could buy a healing potion or a stimpack for one credit.
After considering several healing potions from different universes, Mark picked one that seemed the most effective and acquired it for Hanna. "We'll need a permanent source of healing later," he said handing it to her. "And a way to easily send captives unconscious... I don't want to do shit like this every time."
Hana drank the red liquid from the bottle. Mark could observe as her wounds were disappearing in front of his eyes, as her body was surrounded by red aura. She got up after a moment and started stretching. "Oh, you will have thousands of cunts to fill Master, poor you~" She chuckled. "This one is good... Ha!" She jumped up, then landed with a smile. "Well, think when we will have to capture a group of thirty drop dead gorgeous adventurers..." she grinned. "But then, I guess you will have a small group of assistants~"
"When browsing, I have seen a futa potion. I think I'll make you drink one someday and you will process each and every boring arrogant fuck" Mark said with a smile, visibly happy to see his friend healthy. "How do you think, " Mark changed the subject "will those bandits send someone to find missing comrades? I am considering waiting for them in an ambush. And we need a ranged weapon for you. How are you with slings? I can try making one"
"I was thinking a step-on!" Hanna shuddered. "Thank you very much, how do you even walk around with this junk? Are you not afraid it will break or fall of?" At the question, she snorted. "Bandits? Caring for their comrades?" She chuckled. "Slings... well, I wouldn't say I am proficient... I used one when I was young. I should hit someone if I aimed at group."
“Yes, stubborn. Of course. Other than I take all the risk for potentially losing these battles while you don’t face it yourself? That and there’s other of these agents I’m told here who I have no control over and I cannot promise how their motives will transpire. There’s also the fact that the original intention was to subject you to slavery but it would be a waste when we’re far more valuable in the research department. It’s not a small trade off.”
"I dunno. Juka isn't ugly. Some may have fucked her. Or wanted to fuck. Or she may be someone's daughter... or sister. " Mark scratched his chin "No sling then. we aren't fighting tight crowds. But I want you to have some throwing stones on hand, simple and yet far safer than approaching a swordsman with your dagger. And be more careful, you are a tier 1 whore not a tier 1 soldier" He didn't say it verbally but his tone was clear - He was afraid to lose Hanna
