A little light reading, but something cool happens

Balancing the book on top of me, I make a quick escape down the stairs. I might engulf it, but I feel a bit peckish and I’d like to keep my prize in one piece. Funnily enough, the front door is unlocked. Maybe I won’t have to slip through so many locks in the future. I slide out into the dark, dusty night and close the door behind me. I’m nothing if not polite.

The dirt and lawn are as unpleasant as usual, especially with the stupid pest control. Still, compared to the lawn the rest of the travel is bearable. I suck up a good bunch of leaves and use them to cover the book. I make a long, dirty, but thankfully simple journey back to the ruin where I first met that elf girl. I’ll probably have to stay there a while, at least until I can find somewhere else to move to. The thought does not satisfy me. That place gives me the heebie jeebies.

I arrive at my destination as I expect. Silent, in darkness and with no additional troubles or disturbances. A little boring, but I probably have a safe place to read. Right past the doors I opened, back behind some random altar I uncover the book and begin flipping through it. Now that I’m in relative safety there is plenty of time to carefully decipher this ancient tome.

Thankfully, there is a clearly labeled table of contents. Sadly, this seems more like a home improvement manual or a cookbook than a scholar's guide to absolute annihilation. The chapter entries include “Household cleaners,” “Maintenance and Convenience,” and “Household Security.” The household security section seems quite interesting, but disappointing. I quickly realize most of the spells require me to live in a space for a year or have some random odds and ends that are outside of my current pay grade. I don’t think I need the household cleaners right now, but I might like to have it in the future.

So I find myself looking through maintenance and convenience. Funnily enough, I find the page I first encountered when I discovered this book. I excitedly begin to read over heat metal. If I can cook anyone wearing armor, I can feel like I have some combat power! Unfortunately, I find a specific safeguard against that specific use. Apparently this is for heating cooking pans and drying racks. Fantastic, just what I wanted. I do genuinely want something to cook with, but the expectation whiplash leaves me with a sour taste.

Some spells do catch my eye as I read through carefully. There are a few spells used to alter the appearance of the caster. They require makeup for the most part. I feel like I know where I can find some minerals and plants I can make into cosmetics. I do have forest lore, after all. There are also spells which can change the lighting in a room. “Extinguish Flame” seems like a simple spell I can use to put out candles. I have no way of trying it out after I try awkwardly practicing the simple hand gesture it requires. I don’t even know how I’m supposed to cast a spell.

I spend what must be a few hours sitting there as I flip through the book. After finding as much as I deem useful I start again, just to make sure I missed nothing. I eventually return to the spell “see in darkness”. Now that I’ve read some of the lighting spells I wonder why this is here. The exact description is interesting. Apparently we have a misnomer, as the spell does not increase your ability to see. It only makes you aware of objects around you, as well as anything that moves quickly. I think I have the quick movement covered with my hearing. That said, I start to cast the spell on the off chance I can maybe get a look at these rocks around me. As it stands, they barely register to me unless I lick them. The spell requires some words, at least a whisper, and a hand gesture. Forming a mouth and hand for myself, I try to cast the spell.

Nothing happens at first, except an exciting feeling localized nowhere in particular. That’s either a good sign or a placebo, so I try to work at it a little more. After a few more attempts where I double check to make sure I’m doing it right, I see some results.

Rather suddenly, for the first time, I see. There is no color per se. I still rely on taste to determine shades and hues, but I see pale outlines in the vast darkness that is my blindness. It’s almost like a drawing of chalk on blackboard. Any color is simply meant as a contrast to the emptiness, with the sole intention of creating a recognizable visual. It’s really relieving to see this after being blind for so long. I think it’s beautiful. My environment is, of course, a mess. Stone and rubble are scattered all over. The walls are scoured roughly, and I see many of the altars have the braziers caved in.

It’s a sad sight. Sadder still is the fact that I live here. It’s clear to see this is a ruin. It’s worse than a cave, because a cave might not have so much junk in it. Still, I sit and admire the view. After a while, the spell fades and I’m left sitting in darkness again. I find being able to see again almost cathartic, even if I have to cast a spell a few times. I feel relaxed. For the first time, I taste a little bit less of the ground and the air around me as I simply remember the feeling of being able to sort of see again. Of course, the peace does not last.

“Ayo, anon! Congratulations, you’re no longer a useless fucking virgin blob, but instead just a useless fucking blob!”

“What my sister means to say is we have come to congratulate you and bring you news.”

I would recognise those voices anywhere, even had their owners not magically faded into my vision. Carnachias, with her golden eyes, pale hair and negligee clad-bust and Melanoche, with her well-groomed hair flowing over her slim frame and dark ornate dress. Bitch-ass hoes.

“Do not think we cannot hear your thoughts, subject. We created everything you now use to think. You are an open book to the both of us,” said Melanoche.

In the dark space of my mind, Carnachius walked around to the other side, then leaned over me menacingly. Or perhaps teasingly, with the way she swung her chest.“We’ll let you off with a warning, because I take that as a compliment. Next time though, it’s your ass on the line. Remember that.”

Understanding the obvious peril, I decided to reply with the thought of “Yes ma’am”.

“Good!” Charnacius continued. “Now, we got bidness to take care of. You’ve advanced in the world! You looked around, used some of your class powers and some of your monster powers, you even got laid! But more than just having a good time, you’ve leveled up!”

“Indeed, with the experience of your recent exploits behind you and the practice of your skills, you have reached a higher echelon of power! Congratulations.”

I wonder, of course, in what ways I have improved.

“You! Don’t! Know! Dumbass!” Carnachius replies to my thoughts emphatically.

“When you were made, you did not choose the “Pro Gamer HUD” ability,” Melanoche continues. “As such, we have no way of specifying how much you’ve grown. We can only tell you that you gained the most power by violating that elven woman in her home. Which, I must say, was done rather poorly.”

“What my sister means to tell you,” Carnachius interrupted “Is that even though you fucked that big-titty bitch just like you should have, you could have a covered your tracks better. My suggestion: fuck everyone in that house hard so no one leaves to tattle!”

“Differences in methodology aside, we have an important message for you. We have selected an envoy to come and bring you out of our abandoned temple. This is a terrible place to hide, as this is the first place anyone will search for you.”

At this declaration, Carachius’s menacing gaze jumped from me to her sister. “You did what? Since when? Why didn’t you tell me about it, or at least invite me?”

“I did. It was earlier, when we went out for snacks.”

“What? Oh! I was wondering why they had the good **** there. Normally the strongest you’ll allow is some mary jane. Man, you must have picked someone good for once, at least in the taste department!”

“My decisions are always excellent and calculated.” Concluded Melanoche. Carnachius responded by sticking out her tongue.

“Regardless, champion, we must now leave you. Farewell, and good luck on your journey.”

“Hold on! I wanna leave this bitch-boy with one last thing before we go.” With that, Carnachius reached down and grasped my body. At her touch a numbing shock coursed through my body, causing me to tense. With both her hands she kneaded and stretched my body to her whim before tossing me to the ground. The shape she gave me was particular to say the least.

I was merely a large lump, mostly uniform except for two details on my top. On one end sat a hole. On the other end was a long protruding tentacle. I felt like I had been reshaped into the simplest sextoy ever. Kneeling down next to me, Carnachius squeezed the flesh beneath the hole while grasping the phallic tentacle. Lowering her bust, she set her tit up to be sucked into my hole. I’m sure if that’s where I breathed from I would gag. Meanwhile, she set her hand working on the stand-in dick, giving it a loving hadnjob.

Melanoche began to sputter incoherently before questioning. “Carnachius, what is the meaning of this?”

“Relax tightass, I’m giving him a quest. You get how that’s important, right?” At that, Melanoche turned away with a huff. Carnachius doubled over, pushing her bust farther into my body. I couldn’t wriggle free if I tried. “Here’s the deal fuckwad.” She whispered devilishly. “The next time you meet a proud, bitchy elf-whore I want you to make her do this. I don’t care who with, or how much she likes it. I just want her to feverishly stroke a dick-thing as her teats get vacuumed. Capiche?” Slowing her stroking down, she tightened her grip, and suddenly I felt like I was going from zero to one hundred percent on the orgasm scale. Her grip captured my whole body, and her skin skin tasted at once nastier and sweeter than the cunt and mouth I had ravaged hours ago.

“If you do this for me, I can get you a little reward the next time we talk. Until then, lover boy.”

And with that, both figures vanish. I am left once again in darkness, if a little hornier than before.