Further into the Raid

“The outworld contenders have returned!” The crimson-maned god declared, beholding the harem that had just appeared in the middle of the arena.

Nothing had changed since they had last visited. Time was not a consideration to beings spawned by mechanics, proven abundantly by the arena being as lively as ever despite the midnight hour. The arena was the exact same, from the compact grey sand that dominated the untransformed floor of the fighting pit to the manifold stands carved into the mountains enveloping it. Beyond that, even, were the massive, blood-red rubies, peering over the clifftops like parts of an even greater wall.

[Arena of Divinity AI: https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/fdeb05566e57.png ]

The godly presence of this world’s divines made them appear enormous despite their generally regular size. There was Logitur, the sailor, his eyes hidden in deep dark by his flat cap. There was Omnius, barely visible beneath a trio of three shortstacks (a goblin, a gnome and a dwarf), a brown-haired man with a golden halo, seated upon a tall throne. Vokal, upon his own throne, was a fully armoured man with eyes glowing visibly with power. From his slight, sharp smile to his aura, he radiated a sensation of restrained violence.

“THE ABSOLUTE, Hoooorrrrrrrrible… INSULTING! CREATURES!” the Bloodletter roared, standing against the edge of the Thenngrian viewer’s area. “Let…. LET ME RIP THEM OPEN! LET ME SEEEEEEEE IF THEY BLEED AS RED AS THE SANGUINE SPHERE DESIRES!”

Even now, John strained whenever the six-armed monstrosity talked. He was a mountain of muscle and mania, with a hideously distorted visage sneered and snarled like a wolf ready to pounce. The claws of the black-haired empress clutched the Bloodletter’s arm, drawing blood. “Control yourself. Red and Blue Marble and Calamity Vokal all have decreed they are part of this tournament. Do not break the laws of my beloved’s hospitality.”

“Thank you, Aggravia,” Vokal stated, exchanging a curt nod with the empress.

‘Well, I can’t judge complicated harem situations,’ John thought, glancing between the ruler of an attending nation, the god in charge of the tournament, and the redheaded saintesses by his side. Ikoria the elf, Riveria the lamia, Vitaia the slime, Athenia the human and Takaria the kitsune, he remembered them all quite well. After all, they were a consistent mechanic in every fight, dropping battlefield-altering effects periodically.

The fact that this was an RP event kept them all safe from the Bloodletter breaking his conditioning. With a last growl, he stepped away, retreating into the shade.

“The chosen of our daughter and the light-wielding fighter of Untal failed to put down these outworlders,” Logitur declared and stepped forward, his wiry muscles twitching with abyssal might. “Let us see how those from the depths of the mist shall fare!”

“Mhm… very well! The Sneggi of Brume are called upon to defend Velmora!”

Two races poured down from the stands into the arena, forming an army. Its majority consisted of a short, blue-skinned people. The men were stout like dwarves, while the women reminded more of female gnomes or particularly well-behaved goblins. The name of their species appeared to come from snail-like shells that grew from the women’s hair, though John wasn’t deep enough in the lore of this place to say that with any certainty.

The spiralling patterns were similarly found on the shields of the phalanx that stepped forward, forming a wall in the centre of the formation that shaped up. At the flanks, more of these blue-skinned people rode on the backs of dryads. The short men and women fit quite well on the deer-like lower bodies of these fair women. Both riders and ridden held lances in their hands.

Once the army was in formation, the arena suddenly grew quiet. Not utterly silent, as a constant background muttering continued to be created by mouths that spoke either repeating or nonsensical sentences. The RP event was over and now the NPCs were waiting for the Raid Party to make the next move.

Which began with John sorting out who he fought with.

“We’ll excuse ourselves, Master,” Aclysia said and bowed her head. She, Nathalia, Eliana, Nahoa, Lorelei, Lee and Layla all stepped away to sit in the watcher’s area- Well, Layla was walked away, getting carry-fucked by the Creator Puppet.

The pregnant crowd removed, John was left with 19 other potentials, though he could do some more preliminary sorting. “The trash mobs will be regular fighting, I think. If we need gimmicks of specific skills, I will tell you,” he said towards the crafters. “Similarly, I don’t think we should use anyone over levelled,” he added towards Lyndell.

“Understood.” Lyndell stepped away, following Hailey and Delicia. That left John with 16 Harmonia to pick from. The party size for this Raid was set to 9, so he had 8 people worth of wiggle room.

John glanced over to Logitur. From what he remembered, that god was all about the ocean and thunder. That didn’t guarantee that these Sneggi were the same, but it was a good start. That made it doubly annoying that Beatrice still didn’t have a weapon sufficient to partaking at this level of combat.

The passive maid let out a frustrated sigh, a rare and overt sound of trepidation. Having read his surface thought, she stepped away. John would have loved to stop her, but the only thing that was worse than letting her walk away was to build her up and then have her be a hindrance. The problem was real, after all.

Since they were dealing with lightning damage, it was fair to assume that there was also going to be plenty of Lightning Resistance. Sylph was therefore best excluded. Gnome, on the other hand, was an easy inclusion. Jane always liked to fight, so that made for 2/8. Metra and Ehtra were similarly always solid and nicely provided them with plenty of tanks.

Undine was an automatic inclusion in most situations. This one was no exception. ‘3 more slots open,’ John thought. ‘A bit of range and backline infiltration would be good.’ “Salamander, Nia, Siena, you are my last three choices.”

“Wonder-fucking-ful!” Salamander slammed the knuckles of her three right hands into the palms of her three lefts. “Let’s do this!”

It took them all of the first day to clear the waves of Sneggi fighters. John wasn’t too enthused about this. Raid mobs didn’t have Loottables, and with the EXP nullification, they were fighting just to get to the boss. At least the fighting itself was entertaining.

As their snail-theme suggested, the Sneggi preferred a defensive strategy. The phalanx would hold the centre while the lancers went for harassment strikes around the edges. This basic strategy was supplemented after two waves with the additions of ‘Snailguns’ – massive alchemical cannons in the backrows that needed to be taken care of quickly.

Everyone had to fulfil their individual combat roles. There was a margin of error allowed that let them fight seriously without straining themselves. The margin got tighter and tighter as they got closer to the boss, of course.

John was ready to call it quits for the day anyway when the next RP event finally began. “The warriors once more fail to be more than a warm-up to these outworlders!” Vokal declared.

“Then let us give them a true champion to chew on!” Logitur answered. “By brine and storm, I call upon Thunnabad! Show them the might of the twin thunder!”

A trident flew from Brume’s watching area all the way to the centre of the arena. It landed with a thunderclap, initiating the change of the arena. The six obelisks marking the outer perimeter of the fighting pit hummed. Sand turned into a rocky plain.

The air by the trident shimmered and glowed, the typical warning sign of an incoming teleportation. A Sneggi that was more beard than person appeared with the weak crackling of aesthetic electricity, picking up the trident that had served as his beacon.

Long and black, the tips of his beard and of his flowing mane alike hovered just barely above the ground. His armour was leather and brass. His eyes were solid blue, glowing with the blessings of the thunder god. He was a middle-aged fellow, clutching the enchanted, ornate trident with the familiarity of a seasoned warrior.

[Thunnabad AI: https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/fae6753feda2.png ]

“Don’t go too hard on me now,” Thunnabad said and extended his left arm to the side. A long electric arc jumped from where he had come from to his hand, manifesting into a second trident of calcified electricity. He planted the second armament firmly in the grass to his feet. “I’d really prefer smoking my Slowgrass, so let’s keep this nice and civil.”

“I don’t think the purpose of this place quite allows that,” John responded, more curious on what the NPC would answer than interested in a genuine conversation.

“HAH! Well said.” Thunnabad assumed an idle pose.

“Alright, let’s leave him like that for now.” John turned away, a yawn rising in his throat. A bout of paranoia had him double-check behind him for movement. Thunnabad remained right where he was, half-bouncing on his heels as if he was in danger of being struck at any moment.

They left the Raid the usual way, walking back to the mansion as a party of 9. Everyone in the watcher’s area had gotten bored and left over the last 14 hours of cutting through waves of enemies. John did not blame them in the slightest. Watching others fight was entertaining for a spell, but so much time? That was only enjoyable for those that got to act, and even they had taken several breaks for mental welfare.

The advantage of having put Aclysia into the pregnant corner was that she could hang out barefoot in the kitchen all day without any of them thinking twice about it. This manifested in John coming home to the scent of the kind of bakery that took hours of dedication to get right – hours that she usually did not invest during these sessions since there was always a chance that she would be called on.

“A snack, Master?” Aclysia greeted him so proudly that she even skipped the usual ritual – which had the other maids a bit befuddled. They had lined up to do the whole spiel. Instead, they watched the head maid all but shove a piece of pastry into John’s mouth.

He opened up on instinct. The scent of slow-roasted apples and pears hit him first, His teeth sank into sourdough, kneaded and folded to buttery perfection. The body of the pastry had a rich taste to it, the filling was wonderfully sweet without being overbearing. Aclysia rarely ever added pure sugar to anything, preferring to use naturally occurring sweetness in her ingredients.

‘God, it is delicious,’ he thought, wolfing the pastry down as quickly as Aclysia fed it to him.

The head maid took two gracious steps back. “Apologies for being out of line,” she said to her fellow maids.

“Literally out of line,” Ehtra said, the only maid not part of the line-up.

Aclysia corrected her position and then the servants of the Imperial Choir lowered their heads. Breasts were pulled delectably by gravity, the stretchy frills containing them while giving a nice view of cleavage from all sufficiently endowed ladies. They kept bending forwards until John got an even more fantastic view down their straight back to the delectable twin hills of their skirt-curtained derrieres.

“””Welcome home, Master,””” they spoke in unison.

“Would you like dinner?” Aclysia offered.

“A bath?” Delicia asked with a sly grin.

“O-or… me…?” Momo stammered the finale of the little ritual.

He would ultimately have all of it, he was just deciding on the order and combinations. “Delicia, Momo, Claire, come with me to the bath,” he decided. “This body needs a relaxing cleaning.”

His real body wasn’t the only one that needed a good scrubbing. The other two parts of him had been back at the mansion the entire time. One had been gaming away, the other was still fucking Layla.

To call the brunette ‘fucked silly’ would have been an understatement. She was a barely conscious and arguably sentient heap of female flesh covered in hickeys, light bite marks, and a sheen of sweat. Her long brown hair was tussled and messy, sticky in several places from the fluids that had escaped the occasional face fucking.

This was the state she was in after Undine had healed her – twice. Her comparatively mild superhuman endurance would not have been able to withstand this marathon of fucking otherwise. He had needed to pull out several times just to let the excess cum run out. It was obscene even by his standards. Like almost everything to do with Layla, it was incredibly hot and somewhat concerning. John indulged in this quite readily, but without the excuse of the level dumping, he would not engage in anything quite this debauched.

It was working though. When he tried to cum often, he averaged a release every 7 minutes or thereabouts. That meant that he had left about 120 loads inside Layla. Since the experience granted scaled with the difference between them, this first day was going to be the biggest spike Layla would ever experience. It was probably among the biggest Stat spikes of anyone in human history period.

At the beginning of the session, Layla had been at an already greatly elevated level courtesy of intercourse they had up to this point. She was now up 203 levels from there, putting her in the early 300s.

If she hadn’t been utterly out of it, she may have been testing what her body could do now. That would have to wait until tomorrow instead.

All of that was happening in its own room in the mansion. Several women checked in and partook in the persistent lewding of the newest of the harem, but the single focus on just fucking was best put elsewhere. John was going to stop for the day as soon as Layla’s legs loosened the lock… which could happen in twenty seconds or twenty days.

So that body needed a bath too, but he wouldn’t get it yet.

“Oh my Master… you’re so big…” Momo tried to sound sarcastic, but John noticed a little thing.

“Metra was right – you do use my title as a substitute for ‘god’ sometimes.”

“Nuh-uh!” the brat snapped back immediately, wrapping her plush lips around his cock in a hurry. The attempt to make him forget by sucking his soul out through his dick failed. After all, she had just given him an idea.

John sat beneath the running water of the ceiling shower. Momo knelt on a hydrophobic cushion at the foot of his seat, performing her maidly duty with precision and poise. While she bobbed her head rhythmically, Delicia giggled and sighed wantonly, her huge tits spreading soap all over his back. Claire washed his hair all the while, fingers gently massaging his scalp.

The trio knew exactly why he had called them. Any expected banter was quiet. The Gamer wrestled inside him. ‘Can I do this?’ he asked himself, then decided to externalize the question. ‘Can I do this, Stirwin?’

The conscience crocodile’s golden mind took a gander at what his contractor was cooking up. ‘With these three? It will barely make a difference. I do not register any impure intentions from your desires.’ A deep laugh echoed in John’s mind. ‘Well, nothing impure in the sense of vanity.’

‘Thank you,’ John said, feeling Stirwin retreat from his thoughts again. A second later, John snapped his fingers. “Trance.” The motions all around stopped. “Half Here. Resume what you have been doing.”

“””Yes, Master,””” the trio muttered, still deeply in trance but present enough to continue with the cleaning. Momo only sucked on the tip, to retreat swiftly if she needed to repeat more phrases of her coming conditioning.

“My words sink deeply into your minds,” John spoke with relaxing certainty. “You will accept them readily. You are so pliable. Such good girls.”

“””We are pliable, good girls.”””

“You worship your Master, right?”

“””Yes. We worship our Master,””” they all answered without a shred of hesitation. Delicia and Momo could be as bratty as they wanted, but deep inside they truly did love and trust him to the degree to agree even to this. Had there even been a sliver of doubt, what he programmed into them next would have simply pulled them right out of their trance.

“You worship your Master,” he reiterated. “I am the most important thing in your world. You love and adore me. You worship me.” He felt a bit awkward aggrandizing himself quite this much, but he was already committed to this play. “There is no difference between Master and a deity.”

“””There is no difference between Master and a deity,””” they repeated in complete agreement.

“No, actually, there is one important difference – Master is not just a deity among many. I am your god.”

“””There is a huge difference between Master and a deity – Master is our god.”””

“Until I lift this command or until a day after we end the grinding session, you will think of me as your religious icon. You worship your Master. You venerate your Master. To serve and please your Master grants you deep spiritual fulfilment.”

“””To serve and please our Master grants us deep spiritual fulfilment!””” The trio’s enthusiasm was almost intense enough to break their trance.

“Even as bratty words may leave your lips, in your heart you will know that I am your god. You will feel reverence for my presence and urge to please me. When you believe me dissatisfied, you will feel a nagging void within. Your Master is your reason to kneel.”

“””Master is our reason to kneel.”””

“When you think of me, you think of me as a distinct being. I am holy. You want to be worthy of my holy attention.”

Slow and heavy, their answer came, “””We want to be worthy of Master’s holy attention.”””

“Good girls,” he cooed. “Hold onto this truth. Let the knowledge that your Master has programmed you resonate inside you for a few moments before I wipe away the memory of the hypnosis and leave you only with undoubting faith.” The panting breaths of hyper-aroused hypno maids overpowered the sounds of falling water. “Mind Wipe.” The words sealed the memories behind their own will and desire. “Wide Awake.”

“Hey, Master!” Delicia spoke up before anyone else could. “Your balls must be sooooo heavy with all of that divine cum, right? You were out there all day, only unloading with your other avatars. Psh, that couldn’t have been enough. Someone of your station is way too fruitful!”

“I’m working on it!” Momo declared, weighing his balls in her hands. “But you are right…. Master is so pent-up…”

“Can I help drain him? Can I help relieve him? Can I help worship him?” Claire asked.

“You must!” Momo responded, shuffling back a bit. “You too, Sister Delicia! Master’s main body has not properly climaxed all day.” She shot him an annoyed look. “Oy, how could you let this happen? You should have used my throat immediately!”

‘This is quite interesting,’ John thought. ‘Didn’t know what I expected to come out of this… but this is quite…’ “Oh… FUCK!” he shouted when Momo’s cheeks caved in. The insides of her mouth were hot and warm, her throat shifted around him like a living feywild of worshipping flesh. Delicia and Claire buried their faces in his crotch, sucking on his testicles while Momo channelled otherworldly magic to make him cum.

She succeeded – hard. John threw his head back and clenched his eyes shut. Behind the closed lids, fireflies danced in patterns of swinging hips and spanked rears. Spurt after spurt, he delivered his ‘divine’ essence into Momo’s stomach. They both stayed almost motionless, the massage of her throat provided all that was needed for his cock to keep tensing.

Once he was spent, Momo glided up slowly. “There we go,” she whispered, pleased with herself. “Really, Master, you ought to know better. A man above men like you never should feel a moment of heaviness in his step.”

“Me next,” Delicia stated. “Use your flat chest to rub all over him, Master likes the variations in his anointments, Sister Momo.”

“Wise words, Sister Delicia.”

“So wise indeed!” Claire agreed.

‘This is quite dangerous,’ John thought.