The Rise of House Newman

Alysha has taken 1 point of unaspected damage!

Alysha has become Rebellious (2%)!

Eyebrows raised, John tapped the message to learn more, keeping an occasional flick of his eye on his resisting ****.

Rebellious: this minion, by some mean or another, is higher level than its master and can, when pushed, resist orders or basic principles of its binding. A higher level gap permits more rebellion. Matching or surpassing the minion's level will end the rebellion, and negotiating may stall it. At 50%, the summon can threaten or kill the summoner. At 100% the brand is lost.

Status Effect: Rebellious (3%)

Shit. I need to get this under control quick! "Fine, no marriage... does that make you happy?"

"A human blooded me. There can be no joy in this existence."

Rebellious (4%)

"Fairy, get in here!"

The double doors opened, once again showing that his minions didn't need to operate handles to use them, and the sullen fae fluttered in. "What the Hell is it-" The rapiers, once leaning against the fountain and in the stripped armor, vanished in the deft swing of their owner.

CRIT! 22 damage.

No warning from John could have spared Fairy the slash of Alysha's blade, wounding her and, more importantly, inflicting the sleep poison status on her once again. "Fairy, no!"

"You stupid bitch! I swear I'll... get y... you..." Fairy hovered low to the ground, fell from the air, and passed out onto the stone. A diminutive puddle of blood grew from her wound, which the cleric spirit was quick to start mopping.

"Damn it, Alysha, don't do this!" Even as he pleaded, he tossed a minimal, 1-mana heal monster at Fairy, stopping the bleeding for now but doing nothing to stir her from the poisoned slumber.

"Do what, John Newman? What could I do that is worse than all you've done so far? But to ask me to damn myself to the ultimate humiliation... no, to aid you in engineering it? I've been restricted in my free will by this wretched mark of yours, but lo... my pride can bear no more of this absurd farce."

Rebellious (9%)

"Fine, we'll just shake hands on it." He approached her, and watched as she leapt backwards towards the door, either aware or naturally distrusting of the hand that, secretly, held a potent aphrodisiac charged and ready.

John was a move ahead for once tonight. He vanished, and planted his hand flat against her back as she tried to jump forward and away from where he had blinked.

Aphrodisiac applied! Target is now 1,750% more receptive to you!

"I will not fall to the same trickery again, John Neeeuuuuu-" She shuddered, and then fell to her knees at the memory of his hand upon her skin, however brief the contact had been. Her swords clattered to the ground, and John quickly ducked in to pluck them away before she could react.

"Yeah, I've gotten a few upgrades since then," he grumbled.

Rebellious (10%)

She crawled away from him, or at least tried, accomplishing nothing but slumping forward and leaving her wiggling ass in the air. Her hairless slit did not yet glisten, but he knew it wouldn't take much foreplay to keep at least some of his promise. Roughly, he grabbed and kneaded her taut ass, letting the bracers do their work. She had only been defeated a day ago, and the amplified groping made her cry out as she came, a reaction that repeated as he brought his meat to her moistening labia. "Tell me how to marry you, Alysha!"

"It's... ooooh, it's senseless," cried the shaking warrior, brought low by the pleasure crawling through her body, "the Fairy speaks lies! I cannot be human, and you can no sooner breed a dog or cat than you could an elf!"

"Bullshit! You may doubt what the achievements said when I fucked you, but even if this doesn't work: I know people who can help. Scientists and doctors who will do whatever it takes to get you knocked up." Her body locked up, and she looked back at him in quietly moaning despair. He wasn't counting on Tricia agreeing to help with such a ghastly task, but it was a true statement: if anyone could make it happen, it would be that bizarre healer. "There's a chance, then, and I'm going to take it! So tell me how to marry you, and I'll reward you... by sticking it in."

"If... if it's true... you speak the truth, I can tell, you... no-! THIS CANNOT CONTINUE!"

Rebellious (21%)

Shit. John flipped her over and held her legs back, diving his face into her crotch as he started to suckle on her clit and lips, watching her body buck and thrash as he lapped up the bizarre flavor of her. He carved into her with his tongue, probing the sides of her birth canal as she mewled. "Just tell me, and this'll be over, Alysha."

Rebellious (51%)

She grabbed his hair, trying to work her way to his neck, to **** the life from him as her willpower slowly returned... until he lunged forward, slapping her clit with the head of his rod and stirring within her the need to be filled. "Please... I will... Dark below, I will spare your life, I will forgive your transgrrrressions, John Newman... now just... just... juuuuuuu-" Her words became an increasingly high pitch as he reached his goals: those massive, pointed ears, proven to be so sensitive in their last encounter.

Rebellious (67%)

Rebellious (62%)

"You're mine, Alysha." It wasn't even untrue, or cruel; it was said with a sigh, an effort to mirror inside of her the resignation to the truth. "You've got a real pride to you that no human's ever going to match... and I like that. But I need you to tell me how to carry out this marriage, and fast."

"Heeeeeeee.... I... please... just fuck me, Jeeooooohn!"

"Marry me first, Alysha!" He wasn't going to waste a drop until he was sure. "Tell me how!"

She was doomed. Here, in the grip of her master, even if she obtained her freedom, she was doomed to be trapped inside these halls, probably doomed to be re-captured and humiliated as many times as it took to break her. But more than this realization, dire and final as it seemed, was the need to be filled, to be loved, to be embraced by the almost fetishized image of John Newman that wormed into her mind. She knew it was because of his magic, or his brand... but the desire still burned as real as anything she had ever felt. The surrender started as a whisper. "A-Accept me into your noble House."

"What?" John didn't wait for her to repeat it: he pieced together what it meant. "My house... so you become my wife by joining it? You will take my name then, to signify it? Is that how it works?" John breathed into her cheek, tapping her ears as if he were about to dare to torment them again.

Even this was too much for her in this heightened state. "Yes, the Dark Gods be witness to it all- YES! Now take me, you disgusting human, you wretched tease! Now take me, TAKE ME NOW!"

"I will." The satisfaction in John's voice briefly snapped her out of her dizzying lust... and the mark on her cheek glowed red hot again as her rebellion ticked upwards.

Rebellious (69%)

"My noble house is that of Newman," he whispered, hoping he could fake it enough to count, "and you are now accepted into my house... Alysha Newman."

No... this couldn't be allowed to pass, her hungry lust be damned! "It... it only works if I accept!"

"Then accept, and I'll fill you with cock."

He reached for her ears. "No, please, don't make me-!" He grabbed the very tips, the breaking points he would never tire of abusing, and she whined and cried as her rebellion hung and looped between 80-85%. She tried to hump herself against his meat, impaling her clit on the tip of his head; he stabbed upwards to avoid being caught, instead rubbing the length of his monstrous shaft on her sensitive nub and only magnifying the perpetual coming that resulted from her ears.

Her screaming rebellion meant nothing. Her heritage, her pride, her warrior's spirit... all of it was so minute, so meaningless in the sea of the heartless Abyss. Here, in her Master's mind, she had true purpose; a true destiny. In her heart of hearts, in the core of her monstrous and human soul... she surrendered.

A tattoo of a ring burned itself into the flesh of John's left index finger, a parody of a celtic knot made with sharper angles and barbs, all drawn in black once the searing pain there subsided. Its match, in white, appeared on her right, and he knew it was done.

Magical tattoo: ring of marriage (dark elven). +1 CHA. Tattoos do not take up magical item slots. This marks your marriage to [Alysha Newman].

Achievement unlocked! "Monogamy"!
You got hitched with a woman! As the societal norm demands, you're ironically more attractive now, and you've obtained a dowry from Gaia!
+5 CHA
+$1,000

Achievement unlocked! "Monstrogamy"!
You got married to a monster! You've opened a door to a sinful path. Will you walk it? The Darkness offers its own dowry.
+2 to one skill of your choice (expires in 24 hours)
+a small sack of assorted gemstones

His cock twitched with anticipation, and he denied it no longer: he speared it, slamming against her previously-wounded cervix and grabbing her hips as he drove himself in. The brand crackled as her little rebellion neared 90%, and the pressure building inside of him doubled when he felt her womb suckle at his cock as he abused her for his pleasure, gyrating her body against him to massage his meat with her clenching, driven cunt. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she began to drool from the corner of her mouth, her tongue probing the air until John leaned down and grabbed it with his teeth, drinking her heated breaths as her nipples pressed against his flesh. Her skin had a kind of glow to it, and he briefly entertained her status to see if it all had come together to give him his fertile bride:

Alysha Newman
Lvl 10
hp 204/205
mp 25/25
str 16, agi 26, end 12, int 14, wis 12, cha 8, lib 28
skills: dark elf spiral sword dancing lvl4, shadow lvl2, whistle teleport lvl1, invisibility lvl1 (night only), instant dungeon lvl2
qualities: fey, blooded
bio: 67 years old, female, married, blooded, disgraced (sullied virginity; human union; blasphemous blooding; ****)
status effects: madly in love (eighteen hearts), hyper-ovulating

"Here it comes, Alysha."

"Nooooohooohooo!" Gone was the elven grace, and here now he saw the human in her, as he had seen it in Vanessa, as he had briefly glimpsed it in Tricia when he barely understood it: the base pleasure of a woman, the hot core that made them more than a sex or a gender, more than any societal role humans or elves could produce: the heart of a being, and the fulfillment that one only found in a good rut.

Rebellious (94%)

A guttural gasp started to escape John, and the elf knew too well what it meant. His cock grew fat inside of her, ready to fill her womb directly, to threaten her with the truth that she could never accept. "No, no, please, PLEASE-!"

He ceased his rotating and pressed, pressed with all his might even as her legs spasmed to try and find any purchase to **** him out of her, to no avail. His cock wedged into her cervix once more, peeking into a womb now littered with fertile eggs... and filled her with his first orgasm after a full night's rest. A single blast covered every inch of her uterus proper, and the second filled it to the tubes, and the third finally made it impossible to hold her to the hilt, forcing him to fill her birth canal with the excess as it made thrusting into her a high-pressure, intense final exchange. Tears and drool rubbed against his face as he embraced her, and her tongue stretched outward, incapable of finding her pleading words as a high-pitched squeal bubbled in her throat.

Hunter's delight: +1mp!

Rebellious (97%)

A third message appeared. It lit up John's eyes, and she froze as the supernatural senses of her people told her what it reported without looking down at it. He stroked her head affectionately, and kissed her inner-ear as she whimpered.