Sleeping with a Monster

The black-haired Korean girl slammed her fists against John in her practiced form... and the blows, sloppily delivered, didn’t so much as budge the man.

Kim Moon two-fist punches you for 0 damage.

John looked at her card, already despairing-

Kim Moon
Level 4 Martial Artist
HP: 65/65
MP: 0/0
Stats: Str 17 Agi 22 End 17 Int 14 Wis 12 Cha 8 Lib 19
Status Effects: None
Qualities: Soul Drain (Heavy)
R/S: -23
Slayer of the Northern Wind. The daughter of Kwang Moon and an honor student at Ashcroft Academy. Though still in training, she is an adept fighter, who has mastered the katas of the Slayer, and uses them to devastating effect. Recently, her soul was severely damaged, severing her connection to the Slayer power of her birth and greatly diminishing her being.

The burns were gone... but so was her power or any sign of it that he could see or feel. Desperately, before Moira could dive at her to try and pin her down, Kim rotated on the table to deliver a swift kick to John's head... and clumsily tumbled on the table as her leg went wild, leaving her spread eagle before her savior. In some other context, John might've even glanced down.

"You're safe, Moon! You're safe," Moira repeated.

John backed away and turned from the girl. He thought back to the last time he used Restore: it told him when it was too weak to bring Ju back to life. But here, it didn’t bother to mention the damage Kim suffered... as if it was never even within its purview. Then there’s really nothing left... except whatever Juniluny was talking about. Mad men and the Dream they studied? Maybe I need to go talk to these mad men...

Kim processed her weakness slowly. The tortured moments in the machine... the shrunken awareness in her heart... and the rapid beating of her heart as her eyes watered and a disgusting emotion ran through her without resistance. She was healthy, sane now... but the medallion did not merely refuse to spin. It was gone. “What is... what... have you done to me?!” Kim screamed at the Cabalist not present. The redheaded Warden went from restraining to hugging the Slayer; she could think of nothing better. Neither the Lady nor the Gamer could help Kim.

John took a step away from the scene... and met sympathetic eyes from the otherwise stoic Galley. Layla, for all her awkwardness (as far as John could tell), also looked at the Slayer with terrified, pitying eyes. John had no business being here. He wanted to leave. He blinked into the hall beyond the sealed blast doors, figuring the Elven guards posted there would no longer attack him, now that Juniluny was his-

The silence of ****. As quietly as it could come, the quiet it left behind was becoming distinct to the Gamer.

John turned to look at the guards flanking the door... and found both of them had become corpses with holes where their “**** pearls” once were. Both were healthy when John had first seen them: “cloud elves” of white hair and a similar build and complexion to Thumalk, though both had been very close to John in level. The clotting wound in their foreheads dribbled blood down their horrible expressions; it had been a painful ****.

Why? Did Juniluny order them to... no, she’s under orders... but was this- Kim’s inconsolable sobbing was audible even now via the narrow vents at the top of the blast door. It layered fury upon fury until John recalled that some of the guards he had seen were human. He blinked across the labyrinth, slowly tracking the bodies: a few corpses had been made by various body blows, likely Kim’s work before capture, but he found the ones who appeared to have suddenly, painfully died by no apparent wound save the hole in their head: at least a trio of elves and two pairs of human beings.

John looked down at the second pair of them: a man and woman, bronze-fleshed and wavy-haired, muscular and relatively young. They were kept healthy on this floor; their bodies had become rigid in flexing reactions to the agony of the pearl shattering or burrowing into their brains. They were alive until John came. I killed them.

Juniluny had killed them.

I killed them.

John jumped to the ornate bedroom of the Maze. The halfling was there, now wearing a semi-translucent robe that she no doubt pulled from one of dozens of drawers of clothing and whatever else she kept in the seven-pice oak furniture set. She had standing orders to do nothing untoward to John or anyone else; getting dressed was, admittingly, a neutral affair. Killing every hostage she had, however...

Sheathed in sheer blue as she voluntarily was, Juniluny nonetheless clutched at the robes as if threatened when she felt John's presence once again. "Gah, don't- don't just do that! Warn a lady first!"

“They’re dead,” John whispered. His eyes darkened before Juniluny.

“You’re going to have to narrow that down, Master,” she sighed.

“All of your prisoners... they’re all dead. They have just holes in their heads where your pearls were.”

Juniluny scratched her chin thoughtfully. Her expression was one of a person who had just heard of a weather forecast of rain. John’s anger continued to build.

“Curious... I’m still alive, so they should’ve stayed alive...”

What kind of monster have I caught? She deserves everything coming to her, doesn’t she?

“Well, you’ve broken plenty of fundamental rules of magic so far,” she sighed, adding a touch of contempt to her observation, “so I think I can attribute this loss to whatever you did to... do this.” She held up his brand to his eyes. But John was looking through her, now.

You know what? Fine. I’ve got a quest to do anyways. John, without warning or trigger that Juniluny could perceive... smirked. I’ll teach her a lesson.

"Do you need to focus on your spell to keep the Maze moving? Do you have to be here for it to continue?”

John's voice seemed oddly flat to the halfling, but she replied as her duty dictated. "No, and no."

You cast move on the baby blue nightgown!

The almost ethereal garb of the halfling was unceremoniously torn in half, leaving her clutching the folds of its two ruined halves. Bewildered, she looked down as her breasts were uncovered anew. "Where can I find the ones who've used the Dream before?"

She took a step back, even as she answered. "Nowhere and no-one on Earth, that much I know! I've only ever met one, a mad man made melancholy amid middling migraines, and he didn’t even speak the Queen's English. But he was a vagabond who could never return to Earth, by no whim or wish!"

John grabbed the ruined bits of fabric and tore them from her hands. She backed away again... and her massive rump touched her bed. She cursed as she felt it but kept her eyes on her captor as his hand loomed over her head. It landed on her scalp, and she bitterly waited for some final blow or punishment.

"How long will the Maze take to get to the Academy?" he flatly asked.

"About nine minutes.” Her exasperation was gone; now, she merely whispered in anticipation of pain.

"That should translate to... just under three hours. Plenty of time."

You augmented Juniluny's ovulation by 30%! Three eggs released.

"For what, then?" She followed his eyes to her body and **** a sarcastic grin. "Going to punish me with a good shag, then? Do whatever pleases you."

“You don’t even regret what you did to them, do you?”

Juniluny blinked in growing concern, and her mocking grin shrunk. What was that...?

"I've got a quest that you can fulfill... and frankly, I think I should get some **** for everyone you killed."

You augmented Juniluny's vaginal secretions by 30%!
You quickcast augmented Juniluny's vagina by 45%

His voice was... But the observation vanished, never to return.

Juniluny shifted uncomfortably. She looked at the hand holding her head with a sudden worry.

You augmented Juniluny's pain receptors by 30%!
CRIT! You quickcast augmented Juniluny's pleasure receptors by 90%!

Biomancy is now level 12!
Augment/Reduce Physiology is now level 6!

She gasped slightly as she felt John's hand... somehow more than she had a moment ago. "What are you doing?"

"Preparing you."

You augmented Juniluny's fear of you by 50%!
You quickcast augmented Juniluny's lust for you by 50%!
You quickcast augmented Juniluny's fear of pregnancy by 50%
CRIT! You quickcast augmented Juniluny's fear of men by 150%!

Juniluny felt her thoughts grow muddled as if drunk, and she struggled to process whatever it was he was doing... but a new fear blossomed, and he was at the core of its hideous flower. "Just tell me, you paltry pig porker! To think I ever looked upon you and saw my Golden Opportunity... the treasure that would set me for the rest of my life... what was I thinking..." Her insults slowly turned inward as her eyes cast to the floor. She clutched her ears to pull them down pitifully in a mannerism John had not yet seen in her. A side effect? A childish reflex?

CRIT! You augmented Juniluny's fear of being sexually dominated by 150%!
Augment/reduce emotion is now level 10!
You quickcast augmented Juniluny's hatred of being a **** by 55%!

The halfling began to tremble under his grip. He looked up at her eyes... and saw them begin to glisten.

Now. "I've just made you ovulate... and I’m going to give you triplets.” Juniluny blinked stupidly at him. She might’ve snapped back about how it was impossible if not for the newfound lump of fear in her stomach. “You should know that I've made some upgrades to myself: I’ve impregnated two elves so far, so I think I can probably put those three eggs to use."

Juniluny looked up at him with glassy, confused eyes... and slowly shifted to horror when he didn't laugh or otherwise indicate a joke. "Is... is that why I feel like...?"

"I've got a quest to take you, completely, and I'm going to complete it. But we’re going to complete it in my bedroom."

She shook her head ever so slightly; to do more would disturb her Master's hand. Realizing this made her eyes glisten more as she twisted and pulled on her ears right until she was dismissed back to the Temple.

She was standing on the platform for all of six seconds before he appeared before her. “Master, wait, please-!”

A tunnel opened underneath her feet, and she tumbled naked back onto a now-familiar bed: the one in which she had woken up as a ****. John jumped to the side of the same before pulling up his menu and pressing the small cartoon of his naked self. Before she had time to process how, her master was nude... and his trouser monster sprung up to point at her.

You augmented your penis by 45%!

John had reduced himself so pants could fit better, so Juniluny watched, with mounting concern, at what would mount her. Nearly a foot of cock, thicker than a man’s and twice as fat as the little elf penises she loved so much, would allegedly enter her. It was impossible. “T-T-That won’t fit! You’re crazy!”

Achievement unlocked! “You Don’t Mess Around With (Big) Jim”!
Scare at least three prospective partners with just the threat of your penis. Your empire of fear will be measured in inches!
+5 LIB
+1 to cult of personality
+cult of personality gains a feared mode

Cult of personality lvl2, passive
Cult of personality, beloved mode: all subjects of a lower level who can see you increase their relationship score by {[(your level) - (their level)] x [skill level + 10]}, with an emphasis on love. Every RS point that would go beyond 200 instead becomes a direct mp discount on spells targeting them.
Cult of personality, feared mode: all subjects of a lower level than you who can see you decrease their relationship score by {[(your level) - (their level)] x [skill level + 10]}, with an emphasis on fear. Every RS point that would go beyond -200 instead becomes a direct critical chance bonus on spells targeting them.

Juniluny tried to flinch away, even though he hadn't activated the aura. Deciding against it, he whispered, "You can suck me off or I can take your pussy. You get a choice, here." It wasn't an order... but her newfound hesitation and welling emotions demanded that she avoid the latter fate at all costs.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE: "Stasis" branches are dead off-shoots I decided against pursuing. They're short, non-canon, and irrelevant, though people seemed to like them and it may benefit to have my failures on display for future reference. This status will be removed if, for some reason, someone wants to start their own branch therefrom.]