John takes stock of his newest enemy.

One hour later...

The taste of their mixed fluids had become fully imprinted on the Cabalist’s tongue, but it was the pressure of cum sloshing in her belly and womb that occupied most of her mind. The aphrodisiac hits had subsided, and her tired, stretched flesh was now taut and pained. John stood over her now, a full two hours later, with neither fatigue nor worry evident on him save for the thin sheen of sweat that made him glisten in the Temple’s ambient light. The Gamer began his work, using acquisition to steal fistfuls of his own seed from her womb and then let them fall onto her from his inventory. Juniluny grinned stupidly as the stink of it fully infused her; she moaned with relief and overstimulation, and intelligent words seemed beyond her as she quickly lapped up the white.

The two had been briefly interrupted by Tita, though John had quickly sent her away. He remained in an awful mood, albeit sexually gratified; his punishment for Juniluny had been taken as a kind of bliss, if her empty thoughts and expression were any clue. “Once we’re done here,” he muttered, letting another batch pour onto her cream-spewing tits, “you’re going to let everyone out... and then we’ll discuss your fate with the Order.”

She shook her head softly, but managed no words. A bit more of him leaked out of her pussy and ass, and John tsked the evil mage as he continued to empty her out. He’d tighten her flesh back up and fix some of the influence he had wrought... but the fear and the pain had to remain. Kim deserved that much, at least; Juniluny would heal, after all, but the martial artist might never recover... unless John found the alleged secret to a cure that might not even truly exist.

One more hour later...

"Arkmadyos the Wise, who holds the rank of Philosopher- ... Philosophus," John recited, "your superior and the one who wanted to use Tricia for some experiment of his."

Juniluny nodded meekly. The cleric spirits were still draining the mattress and sheets of all the bodily fluids that had come to infuse them, and so Juniluny sat, cross-legged and naked, on the stone floor. Juniluny herself remained half a mess: her make-up had been washed away along with most of John's seed, though some would always find its way out of one of her holes. Despite his aura being turned off, milk still dripped idly from her slightly drooping, swollen breasts. Each one left a collection of droplets on her shins or the stone beneath her. Her eyes numbly rested on his cock; her mind constantly switched between desiring another vicious dicking and the very real fear, of the very real possibility, of John having just planted his seed in her womb. It went against everything she had researched, and experienced, about cross-breeding between species... but he seemed too sure for her to doubt that he had truly overcome even that basic biological barrier. For John, it was no longer a question: his quest score was firm proof that her pregnancy was assured.

"So this Arkmadyos has a secret lodge that serves as a kind of meeting place for the Cabal... and now that I know where it is, it becomes a simple matter of overcoming the wards you do know about... and finding the ones you don't."

"You're underestimating the Cabal, Master-"

"It seems the Cabal keeps underestimating me," John retorted. "But still, it's probably better to let the Order handle it, or else go with Moira's help..."

Juniluny remained silent at that. Her betrayal at this point was involuntary, but she knew she was already dead: if not by the Order, her extended absence, plus any chatter from the Order, would tempt a probe of her memories. From there, her fate would be sealed... Of course, first I need to get free of this bastard's mark... except I can't move a muscle against him or his will. How can I convince this wretched human to want to leave me be?

"Priscilla the Black, your fellow Practicus, who once sabotaged your experiments with reducing souls to a fluid base."

"More than that, I'd bet..."

"Califaux, another fellow Practicus, who you've never seen without what sounds like a plague doctor's uniform from that old game... what was it... ah, Murderer's Oath: Kinship."

The captured Cabalist raised an eyebrow but said nothing else. Her hands continued to rub her sore, yet eager, clit... and her frustration continued to grow apparent.

"No useful information on him, either, except that he uses guns that fire specially-crafted bullets. Horfax, a machine with a glowing red eye, is apparently also a mage of equal rank, and you're equally in the dark about him?"

"We keep our hands close to our chests, Master... at least until it's time to impress the old man or his superior."

"Are you sure that's the case? Maybe you just weren't very good at being in an evil cult..."

"The Cabal is no cult! Moreover, manling, none of those pompous fools knew of my precious Maze that you've half-ruined!"

John sighed at the halfling’s outburst. Her anger continued to grow as she forcefully fucked herself with her chubby little fingers... all to no avail.

"Kuralae, a shadow... elf." How many kinds of elves are there, I wonder... "Excessively horny, eager to please her masters, and probably keeps slaves... like someone I know-"

"Baal's studded cock!" Juniluny suddenly yelled, her arms flexing as she struggled with her own genitals.

"If you keep having outbursts like that, I'll order you to stop playing with it again."

Juniluny pouted but remained silent as she kept failing to pleasure herself.

"You already told me about how Tara was just with those smugglers to manipulate them into selling you or your master their best 'acquisitions.' To think you really thought she was dead, though..."

"T-Thought? What do you mean, 'thought'?! There's no way that wretch could still be..." Juniluny's words trailed off as she caught his sincere glare. "How...? How could you remove the locating sigil from... it's impossible! It would've been imprinted on her very-"

"Enough about that," John interrupted, "it's not like you're ever going to see her again anyways... not unless she wants to. More importantly... are you sure you really don't know anyone else, or anything else, from or about the Cabal, aside from its general structure? Forget that 'seeking power through knowledge' crap... I mean anything else about locations, identities... real and specific plots?"

"I couldn't lie to you if I wanted, else I'd not have told you a lick of this so far! Gods be damned, fuck me alrea-" Juniluny visibly bit her lip to shut her own mouth. Her eyes began to glisten anew.

John narrowed his eyes. "Only once you've earned it. For now, we ought to find out what kind of deal I can work out with the Order... if I even can."

"Aid that merry band of murdering inquisitor psychopaths, sure, but punish a scientist who does what has to be done-"

John recalled what she had done in the name of this 'science'... "Be silent." The light of the Temple dimmed. The cleric spirits suddenly fled. The fountain sputtered. The single lifefruit plant, already growing its next budding fruit after the one John had fed the halfling, shed one of its few leaves.

Juniluny's fingers stopped moving as the room darkened with its master's mood, and his stance grew stiff as he took two steps towards where the halfling sat. Quickly, she struggled to stand up on legs that still shook as she tried. John helped her up.

By her neck.

The halfling's body was limp as he raised her to his eye level, and then above. She could breathe, albeit barely, and she grew wetter as she felt his firm grip on her neck. Her body and desires had truly become warped under his ****... and she longed for more of it, despite her knowing precisely why. She wanted to say, to beg, to plead... but his order was firm. She remained silent.

"I'm sure you could explain how everything you've done somehow furthered your research... right? What benefit did you reap from Kim? Tell me."

"She... empowered... the core, which would supply power... urk... for... experi...ments 494 and 49...5... besides... she's... an Executioner... an enemy-" John jumped to the edge of the mostly-cleaned bed and pinned Juniluny to its edge, letting her lower-half drape over its edge. He turned his aura back on and gave her right tit and vicious, painful squeeze. Milk sprayed to every angle, and she moaned as his slightest sexual touch sent her into the orgasm she had been chasing for minutes on her own.

"What of Moira? What would you have done with her?"

"Killed her... unless I could keep her alive, in which case I'd have her... breed with a minotaur, to see if... her power could be controlled-"

"And you already bragged about me... but that's all over now. You're done running experiments unless you have my explicit approval."

Juniluny cried out at such a merciless order. Experiments... experiments?! An entire vector of attack... of trying to free myself... gone! No magic, no experiments... Abyss save me, how can I overcome-?!

"Alright... that's enough." John switched his aura back off and let the hobbit go. The man turned his back on the creature as she laid in bed and stared at the now-familiar ceiling. Calm down, John... just... relax. She'll get hers. Right now, I'm running out of time before we ought to be at the Academy... I should go through these pop-ups... He pulled his interface up as he continued to ignore the struggling mage on his bed.

Sexual encounter complete!
+13,941XP

DING! You've reached level 23!
+50 HP, +50MP
+10 stat points
+1 paragon point

Achievement unlocked! "Upgrade U"!
Earn more than 20,000XP just from sexual encounters! You're getting pretty good with that ring!
+3 LIB
+3 CHA

Achievement unlocked! "Let me (up) grade you"!
Earn more than 30,000XP just from sexual encounters! You are the hunter's passion!
+hunter's passion destroyed
+10 CHA
+10 LIB
+doubled cum volume
+earn XP from sexual encounters based on the (average) level(s) of your partner(s)

John blinked at the message before cancelling the glamour effect on his slippers. His "naked" state fell away to reveal his equipment as it was... except that hunter's passion was conspicuously absent from his right ring finger. Holy shit! John checked his stats again... and sure enough, the interface showed the bonuses were now gone, replaced with permanently increased stats. Can I absorb even more magical items like this? That's- John shook his head; his interests in gaming this system had almost made him forget his priorities at the moment. With a click on the wardrobe interface, his appearance returned to his uniformed self, still crisp and proper, while Juniluny continued to rub her own milk off of, or into, her skin.

"It's time, I think."

Juniluny stared at the back of John's head. Her question was silent.