Ch. 02

Ariel gently floated behind me as I made my way to the mysterious structure. The island wasn't large by any account, but it was still sizable enough to take several minutes to traverse the loose stones that made up its surface.

Near the center of the island its elevation raised. At the peak of this low outcropping was a rough circle of perhaps a dozen stone pillars. The pillars were clearly carved, but there were no symbols or writings on them to identify anything of note. Between every two pillars, a flat long beam of grey stone crowned the monument, forming a miniature stonehenge-like structure roughly the size of a park gazebo. Looking around, there was still not a single scene of life to be seen. The only two signs of movement were myself and the softly glowing Ariel...wait, that wasn't right. Something else was moving too. On the ground.

I turned my head down to look closer. Sure enough, the faintest trickle of streams flowed past my feet, dripping silently across the bare rock. Following the flow, I could see the water was originating from the cluster of pillars and pooling down the island, presumably to join the lake.

As I finished the climb up, I could begin to see a soft green-blue light emanating from the structure that had not previously been visible.

"Hey are you sure about this," Ariel stuttered out. For his professed bravery as the lion of the heavens, the little angel seemed less than decided about going any further.

"What else is there to do, go swimming in the dark?" I retorted. My climb up the hill continued. Another minute of walking and I was at the gazebo.

Inside, the most obvious thing to see was the fountain. Sitting in the middle of the space was a large boulder, protruding from the ground almost like a clenched fist. Carved into the side of the rock was a shallow oval dish. Rivulets of water poured from the face of the rock, collecting in the dish before pooling off the side and down to the floor.

The floor itself acted like a basin, collecting the water before allowing it to flow over the threshold of the pillars' base out to the lake. However, every square inch within the gazebo where water touched was completely covered in a fuzzy green moss. This moss was the apparent source of the bluish light.

"Look," Ariel pointed, "the fountain is choked." Sure enough, all across the face of the fountain, faintly glowing moss stopped up each of the cracks in the rock, only allowing pathetic dribbles down.

I raised a bit of an eyebrow (if I still had eyebrows. I actually hadn't checked if devils had those). "Is that supposed to mean something?" I asked.

"Do you not feel it?" Ariel looked incredulous. "This is a spirit pool. It's a natural wellspring of mana energy into the natural world." The angel looked as though he were finally connecting a few thoughts. "When you chose Pure Land as your other Divine Miracle, this must have become the new designated spot for you to appear in. But if it is your Pure Land, you would be attuned to it, and feel the surge of its magic. Do you really feel nothing?" I could tell as he said it that his feathers were trembling, if ever slightly. But I really felt nothing out of the ordinary.

That being said, if the fountain were mine now, then it made no sense to let it stay fouled up with gunk. Just because I'm a devil doesn't mean we can't have nice things. I stepped forward into the pool, half expecting to feel a crack of lightning as soon as I touched the water. Nothing.

With a few scrapes, the moss obstructing the fountain was cleared away and the water began to flow with restored strength. As the dribbles of water turned to a steady stream, the moss around us began to glow even brighter. Floating besides me, Ariel's feathers started to spark and shine with glitter. "Hey uh...I think you should probably get out I don't think -" the rest of his warning went unheard as the flood of a million different sensations poured over me. Water rushed over my bare feet in the pool. Now not just the moss, but the water itself began to glow as it poured past my exposed skin.

Just like that, a feeling of tremendous warmth, then cold, followed by nausea, exhilaration, and finally power pushed past every fiber of my being. The total experience overwhelmed my senses, and I felt blackness rush in on my periphery. With a pop, my last train of consciousness observed Ariel dissolving into motes of light and return to the jewel on my neck. My body hit the water as I lay on my side, crumpled in the fountain as darkness overcame me.

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I don't know how long I remained ****. But I remember quite well how quickly I regained it after being stabbed. A cold, sharp pain bit into my shoulder and then retreated. My vision blurred as I gasped in pain, sucking in a lungfull of the fountain's water that I lay in.

"It's alive!" I could just barely make out over the roar of rushing water. As my sight returned to me, I could see that having freed the fountain, it's flow had increased to that of a heavy spring. The once rivulets had become full streams in their own right - the moss along the edges feeding off the water's magic had increased in vigor as well to the lumosity of torches.

Standing above me I could make out two figures, their silhouettes dancing in the glow of the moss. The first, was a young man wearing ranger garb. He had a long heavy cloak, leather jerkin and bracers, and a hood that was pulled down to reveal long black hair and short, pointed ears. Along his back was a quiver filled with arrows, as well as a curved bow. In his hands he gripped a spear, its leaf shaped tip of steel dripping with a dark and viscous purple liquid - my blood, the realization came to mind.

Standing just behind him was a woman dressed in blue and white robes of some kind. Her hair was covered with a kind of shawl and in her hand she held a staff topped with a bronze star and rattling with several bangles. I'd bet a considerable amount of money that I did not have that she was a priest or cleric of some kind. She was quite buxom, and her clothing left little to the imagination. Every inch of her garments were soaked through, it was more than likely she had just come up from the lake.

Seeing the first woman in this world did something strange to me. Even through the multiple layers of fabric she wore, it was not difficult to see taut nipples from the chill pressing up against her garb. I doubted cup sizes were a thing here in a fantasy medieval world, but she had to be sporting double Ds at best. Once I made eye contact with her, I could just feel the surge of activity to my nethers as I started to swell within my waterlogged trousers. I must have stared at her for just long enough - because before I could get a word in, bright golden words blinked into existence above her head.

Archimandrite: lvl 22 - Human

I stared at the words in shock before I remembered! The God's Eye! Yes! I had an ability that let me evaluate others. The overall level strength of the priest woman worried me, but there was at least some comfort in bridging an unknown.

I switched over to the man who had stabbed me.

Vanquisher: lvl 24 - Half-Elf

Aha, so I had been right. Ranger clothing is indeed stereotypical. However in this instance, I didn't know how to use the God's Eye ability well enough to do any more than scan their race and class. And even more worrisome, he was stronger than his friend.

Between the current of energy rushing through me from the water, and the warm heady feeling of having just been stabbed, words currently escaped my faculties. As I tried and failed to gob out a sentence like a floundering fish, the man readied his spear one more time. In an act of desperation, I threw my hands up in front of me. What I saw next surprised me immensely.

Dungeon Master Sorcerer: lvl 29 - Devil/Spirit

Dungeon Master Knight: lvl 1

This was helpful information. My panic at being vastly overpowered by these adventurers was quickly relieved. Although not that I was complaining or anything, but I was curious how my level was 29 in sorcerer already. More curious, was how my singular level in Knight was so pitiful. A mystery to be solved later.

As the man prepared to strike again, the woman intervened. "Wait!" her staff jumping across the spear to push it aside. "What if this is the Shrine Guardian?" I could tell now that she had bright blue eyes of a brilliant shade, although truth be told I was having a harder time focusing between the tip of the spear aimed at my face and her delightfully bouncy tits.

"Don't be ridiculous!" The Ranger interjected, re-adjusting his spear and preparing to strike again. "Why would he be passed out in the water if he were a spirit guardian? Look at the blood! He's obviously a demon of some kind Elisa!"

On one hand, I had just learned the girl's name (which was nice). On the other, the spear came at me again far too quickly for me to stop it. It sank past my ribs as he plunged the weapon down with a deep thrust. Amazingly, a wound that I imagine would outright kill a normal person left little impact. Sure, I was bleeding, and it hurt like a bitch, but I was still functional and intact (those physical damage resistances must be adding up).

While the Ranger was obviously correct in his judgement call about finding a devil lying in a pool of sacred water, it still pissed me off that he hadn't given me the benefit of explaining anything. And then on top of that, this holy water was MY holy water. An Angel had told me so and everything. I'd be damned to think I'd let them skewer me on my very first encounter.

The only trouble is, I had no idea how to cast a spell. Sure, I knew that I *could*. But I hadn't exactly had time to develop a training montage on cave spiders or little slime monsters yet. That was a problem.

Without knowing how to blast out a fireball or something, I was left to splaying my hands out like a buffoon and scrambling away in the pool before I could get stabbed again. The next strike of the spear missed missed any of my center mass, but did manage to come down through my right calf. The cold steel sliced through my pant leg like tissue paper before cutting deeper. This cut burned far more than the first two.

I flipped over to my back, still scrambling to back away sloshing through the water. As I did, I could see the priestess clutching her staff and squinting hard, words spilling though her mouth. The Ranger's spear I could now see was glowing with a soft white aura - obviously some kind of radiant damage buff.

My scrambling reached its end fairly quickly. Out of room to maneuver, I had hit the back of the fountain and could no longer crawl. The Ranger took the short jump down into the pool with me, grasping his weapon with both hands and centering it on my face. This was it. For all my bonuses, something told me a spear through the brain would probably not recover well. Although Ariel might enjoy the sight and already be free of me.

Ariel! That was it! I still had one card to play and would use it here. I reached up for the necklace with Ariel's Alma, hands fumbling around the chain. The spear came down, hurtling in slow motion as it poised deliberately for the fatal wound. I flinched. A reaction tried to suppress, but was already done with before it fully registered.

Instead of finding the gem and calling out my hail mary play, my last instinct before **** was to reflexively attempt to bat the spear away just to live a little longer. What surprised me is that it worked - kind of.

My hands never made purchase on the weapon. However, something else did. In a last ditch effort to push the attacking ranger away, something in the very back of my mind connected before I felt the water all around me. And just like that, a torrent of fountain water exploded forward and knocked the Ranger off his feat.

Incredulous faces on all of us, myself, the priestess, and the ranger, I took advantage of my few extra seconds and jumped up as best I could - heavily favoring my injured leg. Elisa the priestess clutched her staff, and starting a new prayer. The ranger rolled, abandoning his spear and drawing a dagger from somewhere on his person.

The water was hard to describe, but the best I can phrase it is "slippery". It wasn't something I could just push up from the pool like a wall. The best I could do is more like direct a current from a hose. In this case, the fountain was my best ally until I could figure out how to control whatever this power was.

The ranger charged forward and I reached out to the rock and its supply of water, wrenching my arm in a curve towards him. Have you every tried to dodge an entire bucket being hurled at you? If you had, you would know it's rarely successful. Splash damage is the term I would apply here. Even if you aren't in the direct path, the spray is still quite often enough.

The **** of the fountain blasted the ranger again, and again, and again. I hadn't taken the HUD Cheat, so I wasn't aware as to how much damage I was inflicting, but I knew it was doing something. If anything, sheer bludgeoning pressure. No matter how many times the poor man tried to get up, I swung again and again. Eventually I noticed that the blasts of water had narrowed, shaping themselves more like thin ribbons, razor sharp. Before too long I also noticed that the those ribbons had become cloudy and red tinted.

The adrenaline was too much for me. I continued my swinging, hurling my arms back and forth leading the water to attack the man who tried to kill me on sight. I ignored the screams that came from the woman, the priestess. When she became too loud for me to ignore, I turned and grasped my hand into a fist instinctively. Her drenched clothing stiffened, freezing in place as her full body garments became a prison of ice.

I'm glad I turned when I did. It was just in time to see another assailant charging forward from the entryway to the shrine.

Paladin: lvl 24 - Human

My God's Eye identified the tall brute of a man in full plate armor barreling forward. He held in his hands a massive double handed longsword, preparing to swing for my head. I couldn't let that happen.

Understanding the water a little better now, I pulled it forth from the fountain, until I held a length of gleaming ice in a facsimile of the now dead ranger's spear. I hurled it forward, straight at the armored warrior and watched as it bit cleanly a gap in the armor at the collar before shattering in a critical hit. It was already over at that point, the knight knew it and so did I. He was terribly wounded, and in addition a creeping skin of frost had spread from the impact over his body. He continued in his duty charging towards me, but now horribly slowed and under a frost condition. I prepared a finishing strike to complement my lance attack, and brought the shaft of ice down upon him as - STRIKE - I felt the familiar bite of steel against my ribs from behind.

I pushed the paladin back with a small wave and turned, frantically searching for the other assailant. I coughed, spitting up some dark purple ichor but could see nothing. Another strike came from nowhere and struck me in the side. Only when I was then looking at the appropriate place did my God's Eye activate and revealed the silhouette a fourth attacker.

Specter: lvl 26 - Human

The assassin had been using some sort of stealth skill and avoided me altogether. He must of snuck in outside of my viewpoint at the same time as the paladin. No matter. I couldn't afford to let him get any further attacks in. At this point I wasn't sure how much health I had left, but it couldn't be too much more.

Fortunately for me, this rogue had made a fatal error in how he had attacked me. He had come into my pool. With both hands I reached down and made a wrenching gesture up. Like a small tidal wave the water emptied upwards, thrusting the intruder straight into the closest column. I grasped, and the wave froze around them locking the figure in place against the stone. Immobilized, the assassin could do nothing as I prepared a final ice lance attack, and dispatched the haggard Paladin.

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A quick investigation of the island revealed no more invaders. I was finally alone with my two captives. Unsure of how long my ice prisons would last, I took every weapon I could find skewed from the fight and tossed them in the fountain's basin before freezing it over. The bodies I dispatched and dragged away to a further corner of the island.

Now more than ever I was thankful I had taken Ariel's Alma. The angel was summoned, healed my wounds with angelic light, and quickly dismissed again before he could ask too many questions. I was about to be busy.

With a gesture I caused the ice around Elisa the Priestess to drop away in puddles. The amount of time she had spent in her frigid bonds had sapped every last bit of strength she may have had left, and she collapsed to her knees shaking. As she recovered I pulled up a cylinder of ice in front of her and had a seat, pulling off my shirt to inspect any scarring from my wounds.

"Speak" was all I could be bothered to say to her. I was still less than humored that her friends had just tried to whack me.

Immediately the girl started sobbing, begging forgiveness. "I am so so sorry great sir please have mercy on us," her cries went unanswered for a brief moment as I composed myself. (I was also slightly distracted by the way her chest bounced in time with her heaving breaths between sobs.)

Once I pulled myself away from the impressive display, I started asking follow ups. "Why did you attack me? I had done no harm to you."

"I know, I know, I know good sir. I am sorry. But you saw! I tried to stop him. Rudal thought you were a demon, but I wanted to talk and see if you were the spirit of the fountain!" She gasped for another breath of air, "and then Dayne and May thought you were attacking us, and came to our defense. Please sir! I know its too late for Dayne, but spare her, please!"

This got my attention. All but the assassin's faint outline had been invisible, and God's Eye had revealed only race and class. I had not anticipated the assassin being a woman as well. With a wave of my hand the ice holding her up dropped back into the pool, her body thumping on the floor ****. Directing the current, I pulled May into the warmest part of the pool and checked to make sure she was still breathing. She was.

"She lives for now. Now tell me why you're even here, and how you got here." I demanded as I retook my seat. I was increasingly horny after the fight, and was struggling to contain my equipment in front of such a hot bombshell, but information was more important right now.

It took a considerable amount of time to regale her story, but Elisa recounted how she and her friends had been making their way through the surrounding countryside fulfilling quests when they had heard a local legend. At one point in time there had been a dungeon located within a mountain. Deep within was a spirit guardian that protected a magical fountain. The story went that anyone who bested the dungeon could request of the guardian a boon or magical favor, or that he would sometimes award treasure and riches to the deserving. (Your run of the mill questline really, but it gave me a great idea). As Elisa was telling the story, her friend the assassin slowly woke up. A few bits of rope from the Ranger's bag helped in tying and gagging her back up without needing to use any more ice.

"...so we came here down through the mountain looking for the dungeon master, but we found were a few lesser imps and shadow monsters. Everything else was abandoned. We thought the fountain must have been a fairy tale before we spotted the light coming from this island. That's when we found the shrine and hoped the guardian was still here." Elisa was clearly terrified that she would be joining her Ranger and Paladin friends in the next world, but she did her best to put together the account for me.

It didn't take me long to put together the rest of my plan based on what she said.

"You were right you know," I told her sternly.

"What?" she asked, as the Assassin's eyes went wide in surprise.

"You were right. I am the Spirit of the Wellspring. (a little white lie never hurt anyone, right? Besides, I am technically a spirit due to my monster core, and the wellspring is technically mine now due to angelic bullshit. Who need's to know the difference?)

I'm not entirely sure how I did it, but reaching deep inside I somehow managed to find and toggle my Warmth Aura on just at the right cinematic moment. Both of the girls' demeanors instantly relaxed ever so slightly.

"You, you're, you mean?" the priestess stuttered out - before I interrupted.

"Yes. This is my shrine. I'm the guardian spirit of the lake. Did you really think I wouldn't defend it or myself when blatantly attacked?" The mounting sense of dread on both girls faces said it all. They were doomed and they knew it.

"I've taken a sacred vow you know, that I may never harm an innocent." I let the words linger just long enough to let both of the girls get their hopes up, then brought it crashing down on them. "However, both of you have voided that protection in assaulting me and attacking my home." (Goodness it really didn't take me long to claim a lump of rock as my home or get into the rollplaying did it?)

Tears streamed down Elisa's face, while May, bound and gagged did her best to **** out an apology from where she sat in the pool. "Please great spirit! Anything! We'll do anything if you spare us. Have mercy, please!" that little word was precisely what I had been hoping to hear.

I sat for a moment and pretended to ponder their pitiful cries. In reality it was all I could do to hold back the straining snake that was pushing against the boundaries of my trousers. If it weren't for the fact I was standing in a fountain and was soaked head to toe, the stream of pre-cum would have made it's way obvious by now.

"Very well." I stated matter-of-factly. "I accept your offer." I stood up, allowing the block of ice that had been my chair to dissolve. Confusion splashed across Elisa's face, turned to horror as I pulled away the sinew drawstrings keeping my trousers together. Spilling from the confines of its cloth prison, the priestess was faced with my cock as it slowly continued stretching, now almost ten inches in length. It bathed her delicate face in shadow as the moss surrounding the shrine glowed and flickered.

"Gr..great spirit wait, I... I didn't mean...I meant I don't under- " I grabbed her by the chin with one hand, peering down to look at her and coarsely chide her.

"You just made a deal with a spirit, girl. You asked for mercy and promised me anything in return. If you didn't mean to offer yourself, then you should have chosen your words more carefully." In reality, her words meant nothing to the arrangement, but since I wasn't particularly interested in keeping prisoners on a island in the middle of an underground lake - if I was going to let them go then I needed a half-decent cover story. "Besides, you attacked me in my own domain. By all rights I should take you as I did your two companions. So now you have the choice." As I said this I turned and looked at May, letting my point spill across. The bound woman crept back ever so slightly, but nodded in fear and acceptance. "Perfect."

Still holding her face, I pulled off the priestess' headdress and shawl. Long curly blonde locks fell free from their pins and bounded down to her shoulders. Taking my member, I placed its tip at the girl's lips, pushing firmly until she opened up. By now, the swelling length seemed to have halted at roughly twelve full inches. One last breath of hesitation gave way to resignation as her lips parted and began to take me in.

Elisa was clearly inexperienced in the art of sucking dick. It also probably didn't help that I was actively trying to shove myself as far down her throat as possible. On her knees, she choked and gagged on my cock as pre-cum began to build itself up in an inescapable stream. Every time her teeth scraped against me I would hiss, ever so slightly - then grab the back of her head by the scalp and lodge myself another inch down. Thrust by thrust, four inches gave way to six, then eight, then nine. '

Spittle drenching her face and mouth, sensing she was starting to have difficulty breathing in lieu of the immense blockage, I pulled back. Extracting my full length from her throat I took it in hand and slapped it across her cheek. For the full effect I made sure her friend May was in full view of the show. "Take notes here," I called out to her, grinning.

Taking Elisa I hooked two fingers in her mouth, soft cheeks hot and wet against me. "Look at me" I demanded. "Look at me! You said anything. That was the bargain for my mercy. I will have it and nothing less. Now take everything" with no small amount of pleasure I angled the blonde's neck back before sliding my cock deeper into her throat - tongue writhing in desperation against the bottom of my shaft. Deeper and deeper I pushed, ignoring the building gag reflex until I pushed past it. Finally, with her head in both hands, I pressed her nose against my abdomen, the full foot of flesh entombed down her throat. Then I did what any hotblooded man in that position would do. I started to fuck.

At first the now ruined priestess attempted to claw at my chest, begging for air. After a few brief instructions, she swiftly learned that a shallow breath could be purchased with the right timing as I slid my pole in and out of her face. Skull clenched firmly in my grasp, I had everything I wanted and would not be letting go until I gained release. Even now I could feel the pressure building. Warm wet pleasure surrounded me, but this girl had in fact offered me anything at all in exchange for her freedom, and I wasn't about to turn down that opportunity.

Pulling the girl's face away from my now throbbing member, I allowed her a brief moment of respite before shredding what remained of her waterlogged vestments. Shock left no time for arguments or protest before I picked her up and swiftly laid her down on the edge of the pool. With a heave, I place both hands on her thighs and pulled, spreading her legs apart to reveal her drenched womanhood. My **** of her throat I was pleased to see, had not gone without some effect elsewhere. Enormous breasts folding to either side of her chest, I took a nipple with my tongue as I lined myself up with her depths.

A single heave was all I gave as I hurled myself forward into the hot and waiting woman. Her shriek of pleasure, panic, discomfort, and mindbreaking ecstasy did nothing to conceal the concurrent moans of mindless thrills and shivers while I plumbed her velvet depths. With each thrust I could see the indentation of my cock pulsing its way through her belly, pressing up against her inner wall.

While Elisa gurgled with unending satisfaction, I could not help but observe from my periphery my second prisoner, May, attempt to rub herself with bound hands as she watched with eerie captivation on the sight of her friend used like a disposable toy of a whore.

With each new thrust into Elisa I pulled her close by the cape of her neck and whispered. "Tell me you'll give me everything. Swear it to me!" I demanded. I don't know how many times it took for her to finally decipher my urges through her cock-addled mind, but eventually she started to moan out the words.

"Ah! Ah! AH!! I'M YOURS. ANYTHING! EVERYTHING! TAKE IT ALL!!! TAKE MEEEEE!!!" Her head thrown back in abject ecstasy, I only felt inclined to honor her request. Grabbing the delirious girl by the hips, I slammed my full length into her, bottoming out within her soft velvet spaces. I began to pump as my newly granted and highly magical balls began emptying out into her. Fully sheathed on my cock, the broken slut regained just a moment of clarity to look down at her own stomach and observe as her flesh began to bulge outwards in time with the surges of cum I sprayed. Fully locked in my embrace, legs spasming in uncontrollable shivers, she could do nothing but groan out in abandon as I filled her completely. Heaving in spasms, her stomach bloated. At first the expansion was relatively benign. Like that of a full meal or a large feast. But it didn't stop there. Without any remorse at all I held her in place, impaled on my sword of flesh, as each new blast of cum rippled and stretched and inflated her belly. As I approached the end of my heaves I felt it - deeper and heavier. Thanks to the breeding add on, a firm plug of glue-like material surged upwards and was deposited deep inside with a splurt. Elisa still shaking uncontrollably, I withdrew, leaving her abused pussy stretched and dripping with the aftermath of filling her to the brim.

Fully engorged, the cock-drunk priestess slid down from the shelf and laid against the side of the pool, perky tits spilling over her stomach, head absentmindedly drooping with lips still covered in spittle and pre-cum. I took a few strands of her gorgeous blonde hair and wiped myself off from our combined juices. Then turned to May who stared in horror at what had become of her friend. "Now then, I believe it's your turn".