Goddesses

Carnachias doesn't recover on her own. As time passes, the orgasms slow, and then stop; the aphrodisiacs drain from her system. She just lies there, in the pool of monster cum, staring blissfully at the ceiling.

Melanoche cures her the next day. "Good morning," she says. "Hello? Debuff Cure V! Put some clothes on, please? We've got a war to plan!"

Carnachias stirs, then sits up, as best she can with her swollen belly. "Fuck," she says eloquently. "He really did it, didn't he."

"He is a gentleman at heart, I think," Melanoche answers. "But his pride was stung when you suggested he had failed you."

"Why'd you do it, Mel?" she asks. "Don't get me wrong, I needed it bad, and I loved it start to end. But that must've cost almost half our mana. We're going to lose Northhold next. Northhold isn't worth getting me laid..."

"Check your character sheet," Melanoche grins, and the other goddess's eyes go wide. "Five hundred? We hit level five hundred?"

"XP cheat, first-level monster, goddess-level quests, and the experience share," Melanoche says happily. "Poor guy capped out almost instantly, and the rest went to me as auxiliary party member. And my overflow goes to you, so."

"...You know what?" Carnachias says. "Forget Northhold. Fuck mana conservation. Level five hundred! We get an evolution tonight! We can do this!"

"Well," Melanoche answers. "We will not entirely forget Northhold. Guess where I sent him?"