Rioben III

In the end, finding the cult was easy. It practiced the sacrifice of women, preferably young and beautiful ones. After we learned this fact, we simply went to a dubious tavern and let ourselves be seen for a while. We laughed, sang, and generally made sure that everyone saw how pretty and full of life Ariadna was. Then we left the tavern and wandered through the darkest alleys we could find, announcing our presence by singing that particularly catchy drinking song that a skilled [Bard] had been playing all evening.

It took three alleys until four cloaked figures stepped out of the shadows in front and behind us. They immediately started attacking me with daggers, yet went out of their way to not harm Ariadna.

This way, the fight was over before it even started. Twenty seconds after the first strike, three of the four figures lay dead on the ground. I had the fourth one pinned against the wall, his arms broken. We gently persuaded him to reveal the location of the cult hideout, put him out of his misery, and proceeded to make our way through the night city.

The place turned out to be a nice home in a cozy neighborhood. There was only one guard, who was obviously feeling quite safe, because this moron was visibly drunk. One snapped neck later, we stood at the back door and prepared our ****.

With a bit of creativity, Ariadna's ostensibly sexual arsenal of spells turned out to be a highly versatile toolkit. She started with the ability she had used all those years ago to pick me out in the tavern.

"[Locate Potency]. Ugh. Okay, it's three men in there. No wonder they're compensating by joining a cult, they're... ugh."

I had to chuckle.

"Three is doable. But if they aren't street thugs, which I doubt they are, they will be harder to put down."

"Yeah. And don't forget that I can't detect women with this. So watch out for some crazy bitch jumping you from the shadows."

"I will. Alright. Let's do this."

Ariadna nodded and stripped out of her robe in a quick motion, revealing a garment made of black leather straps that dug into her skin in all the right places, emphasizing her assets. Her massive tits glowed in the dim light, swaying hypnotizingly with every move that she made. Her erect nipples were pierced with thick gold rings that very well could have been magical items, but weren't - they simply provided a bit of constant stimulation to her. And her shaved pussy was bared for the world to see, protruding between the two leather straps that ran through her legs.

My armor and weapons had been confiscated at the city gate, because Rioben only allowed its [Guards] to carry any. But this was common knowledge, and we'd come prepared. With her hands on her hips, Ariadna bent over and wiggled her ass at me. There, the handle of my trusty cudgel protruded from her anus, which had been there the entire day.

"Come on then, this blasted thing has been driving me nuts all day. Pull it out and get ready. We have a cult to dispatch."

With a grin, I grabbed the handle and pulled slowly, causing her to moan almost inaudibly. The shaft slipped out easily, but I couldn't resist pushing it back in once or twice. Eventually, it plopped free, and her gaping anus winked at me.

It looked quite tempting, but she was right, we had a job to do. We got up and positioned ourselves at the door, gathering our wits for a few seconds. Then, without any other words needed, we began our last preparations.

"[Ward of the Vanguard]." Her presence filled my mind like a sixth sense. Without looking, I could tell that she stood nineteen-point-seven inches behind me, was unhurt, and was currently raising her arm towards me.

"[Bovine Endurance]." My heartbeat went down like that of an athlete, the beats getting stronger and more profound.

"[Unstoppable ****]."

I took a step back, and charged into the room - without opening the door. It tore out of its frame and sailed ahead of me into the room. I jumped feet first, feeling the solid wood come in contact with my boots. With it, I sailed through the air and smashed right into a cultist whose position Ariadna had pointed out to me. A satisfying crunch came from behind the wooden planks, and when I landed my makeshift surfboard on the floor, blood sprayed out to all sides under it.

Ariadna stepped into the room after me with swaying hips. We looked around, and the door to the basement flew open. Two men charged out, surveyed the scene, saw the red splatter under me, and I could immediately feel my [Taunting Presence] activate.

"Get him! [Vicious Venoms]! [Eldritch Gaze]!"

They charged at me and began thrusting daggers dropping with black venom at me, which I did my best to dodge or slap away with my cudgel. I could tell they were a cut above the street thugs in the alley, because they fought with some semblance of tactic and skill. I was pressed back against the wall in a matter of moments, when Ariadna finished activating her next ability.

"[Ménage-à-trois]!"

In a more amorous context, this ability produced a perfect threesome by linking the emotions and arousal of three people together. In our current situation, it meant that instead of two people fighting me, it suddenly was three people fighting each other. This became apparent when one of the two cultists, clearly frustrated at the lack of progress he was making with me, suddenly stabbed his dagger into the unprotected throat of the other one, who dropped instantly.

Without even reacting to his dead colleague, the cultist turned back towards me, and the fight began anew. Now that he was alone, I could gain some ground again, but I kept on the defensive, waiting for-

"[Blessing of the Stallion]."

My knee was surging up in the moment Ariadna finished speaking. It connected squarely with the magically engorged groin of my opponent, which had become an easy target in the blink of an eye, and on top of that, way more sensitive. Something gave, and a wave of agony incapacitated my opponent. He collapsed towards me, and I met his incoming head with a final upward swing of my cudgel.

Thanks to Ariadna's endurance buff, I wasn't even breathing harder than usual, and we nodded to each other in acknowledgment as we silently scanned our surroundings.

"Who dares?!" A woman's voice suddenly screamed from the basement. "You will die for this!"

The ground began to shake, and red light shone out from the staircase.

"Damn it, there was a woman after all!"

"Oh shit. We-"

"You break into my home? You kill my sons? You! Dare! Inconvenience! ME?!"

Steps sounded and a woman appeared. She was old, easily in her sixties, her long hair the color of dried blood. The red glow emanated from a crystal in her right hand, and her eyes were pitch black. She pointed a bony finger in my direction and snarled a phrase.

"[Puppet of Disaster]!"

My mind flooded with a cacophony of voices screaming, crying, laughing and cursing at me. I saw the old woman laughing cruelly, but her words didn't reach my ears. On the other side of the room, I saw some fat-titted whore in a slutty rope outfit, and anger coursed through me. How dare she not offer herself to me? How dare she not kneel? How dare she breathe the same air as me?

Seeing red, I gripped my cudgel with both hands and turned towards her. I would teach her some proper-

"Titus! [Total Submission]!"

It felt like my skull was split in half as a second will started to pull my mind. Two different abilities were wrestling over the control of me, and my consciousness was just a tiny boat in the stormy sea of their war.

There was fury, so much fury at the sheer injustice in the world, demanding that I set things right once and for all.

And then there was love. A promise to stroke my hair when I rested my head on her thighs. Laughter that would dry my tears. Love that would grow old with me.

It was the easiest choice of my life. I submitted to the warmth, and the anger disappeared, snapped like a cord from my mind.

"No! NO! You fucking stupid udder-wielding bimbo piece of-"

"[Clenched Virgin]."

The mouth of the old woman closed abruptly, like a coin purse with a pulled cord, and her face flushed the same color as her hair. Veins protruded from her forehead as she desperately fought to activate another ability.

Ariadna turned to me, and I saw the face of my companion, my mistress, and my love.

"Titus, be a good boy and do the honors, won't you?"

Without hesitation, I dashed towards the old woman and slammed my cudgel down. Once, twice, thrice.

Breathing heavily, I stood over the body of the old hag, and I could feel the control over my being returned to me. Arms reached around my chest from behind, and I could feel her hair touch my skin. A deep breath exhaled over my back, and Ariadna's head nestled itself against my shoulder.

"Well done," she whispered.

I turned around and pulled her from the ground into my embrace.

"Well done," I replied.

Her hair smelled of lavender.