Mature Content Warning: Some Ero at the end, and some foul language. :)

Either way, the character I ported over, if divorced from her tenuous backstory from that tale, is an original character since her lifestyle and profession was entirely different from that backstory anyway. The only reason she even had that backstory was a need to make it a 'parody'. Since this story is not a parody, I can dispense with that angle and she can be what I originally envisioned with only a slightly world-setting shift.

So, I kept the parts I made, and removed anything else. At least she gets her justice much earlier in this bid at a commercially viable version of this sort of tale.

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Chapter 9: The Joys and Pains of Sponsorship

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In a dimly-lit room the sounds of bodies moving rhythmically permeated the atmosphere like the scent of a well-made perfume. The ever-present cries and whimpers all came together to create a special sort of music.

“No, that’s too hard! Don’t do it so hard...” cried Eina.

“I have to do it like this or it won’t work!” exclaimed Scott.

The groans and strains continued. “Twist your hips more...” she said.

“No, you twist yours more. I’m the man here...” replied the hunter.

“Right, sure... That’s why you have no idea what you’re doing.” she said.

A masculine cry of pain erupted in the air and he called out, “I need to set the pace, or you’ll be sore tomorrow.”

“As if your feeble efforts could possibly make me sore.” replied the Amazon.

“Meanwhile, I feel like I’m going to break if we keep this up.” said Scott.

“Wuss! Give me everything you have. I’ll take it all and laugh at your shameful weakness.” she said.

“Fine, but when you end up bruised and raw after it’s over, don’t cry about it.” said Scott.

Eina laughed at him once more then then allowed the weak little man to spin her around once more. She pressed her exceptionally well-toned backside against his ground and the moved together across the dance floor. Scott raised his hand into the air and she neatly turned then leaned away before rolling forward and back into his arms.

It was a beautiful display, until Eina grew frustrated at the pace. She jerked Scott back roughly and tried to lead once more. The result was a loud cry from the man when she stepped on his foot once more.

“Dammit woman...” roared the hunter.

“Such a loud cry... You’d think that I stepped on your manhood and not your foot.” Eina clicked her tongue at him then berated him for his weakness.

“The only way you’re stepping on my manhood is with your tonsils.” said Scott in a bratty manner.

“Such language!” said Eina. However, she shook her hips slightly without seeming to notice.

Scott snorted at her. “Whatever...”

“How would that even work? You can’t step on something with your tonsils.” said the Amazon. Well, she was reasonably sure that doing that sort of thing was impossible.

“Must you sound so curious?” asked Scott.

Eina made a noncommittal noise then turned her head. “I wouldn’t give a weakling like you the dignity of a response.”

“Didn’t you just respond, though?” asked the man.

She glanced at him then asked, “Do you want me to hurt you, tonight?”

“Haven’t you hurt me enough already?” Scott took his poor abused foot out of his shoe and showed it to her.

“Oh, you poor fat little baby. Did you get an ouchy? Want mama to kiss it and make it better?” Eina made a sarcastic kissing noise in his direction while wiggling her eyebrows in a goofy manner.

“Hell yeah. Kiss my foot.” He raised it up a little more and pointed his toes at her.

“You wish!”

“Absolutely, get to it.” said Scott.

“No way... These lips of mine will never touch your feet...” said Eina.

“Fine, but if you won’t kiss my boo-boo, I won’t kiss yours.”

“That’s blackmail!” She frowned at him then crossed her arms over her chest. How dare he use such a thing against her?

Scott shrugged his shoulders then turned away from her. He knew how she would react when he did it, and he mentally counted down from five to one.

Right on cue, she said “Running away, huh? Guess I was too much for you.”

“I haven’t gone anywhere.” replied Scott.

“As if I care, either way...” said Eina. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. It was obvious that she cared a little.

“Well, if you don’t care, I should head home.” said the hunter.

Eina blinked. “Already?”

“It’s two in the morning, Eina.” said Scott.

“Why are you keeping up with the time so closely? Am I boring you?” She frowned at him briefly then a slightly hurt look crossed her face.

“You never bore me, Eina. I do need to check in with my team and get some sleep, though.”

“Your team, huh... Already choosing other girls over me...” She looked away from him.

Scott reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder. He spoke with great sincerity and true depth of emotion. “Sorry, it’s just because you’re a bitch.”

“Asshole...” muttered the girl. Strangely, she did not bother to crush him like a grape.

“Sometimes.” said Scott in a cheerful manner.

She whirled around then placed her hands on her hips. “So, why aren’t you training? Do you plan to keep me waiting forever?”

Scott smiled at the girl then shook his head. “You’re a little too amazing for me at the moment. It will be a long time before we can make it happen.”

She grunted loudly then sighed. “Why do you have to be such a pathetic little shit...?”

He leaned forward and kissed her on the nose. “Why do you have to be such a badass?”

She snorted then shoved him back casually. He went flying like a ragdoll. “Because I train, you lazy cake eating bastard.”

Scott remained on the floor for a moment then sat up. “I should go.”

“Fine, go... Spend time with other girls.” she said.

He grinned at her and she growled at him in response.

“No, no. Don’t mind me at all. I’ll find some other random guy to keep me company.” she said.

“Good luck. Most of them will scream and run away in terror.” said Scott, a smile upon his lips.

“Yes, but that’s what I like about them.” she said seriously.

Scott laughed a little then stood up. She had always been a little difficult to handle, but since she had evolved into a Battle Mistress her personality had become far more domineering. It had caused problems for a while. They did not get along as well as they had before.

Eina was always a tough girl who trained a lot, but she had been a sweet girl as well. After her evolution into the third-tier Battle Mistress sub-type she had become far more aggressive and domineering.

He had looked her breed information up not long after the change. Since then he had been a little aggressive toward her, as she had a desire for conflict in general. It was a fine line, however. If he went too far, she might throw him around like a stuff animal. If he did not go far enough, she would ignore him.

“Keep saying things like that and I’ll pull your pig-tails.” he said.

Eina snorted at him then looked away, a hint of a blush formed on her cheeks. “I doubt that I would notice...”

“Is that a blush I see?” asked Scott.

“Right, as if something like you could make me blush.” she said. Eina turned away from him completely so that he could not see her face.

Scott moved over to her and then slipped his arms around her waist. “You should blush more often.”

She did not say anything, but she did sigh a little. Scott started counting in his head again.

Unfortunately, his count was a little off this time. Just as he was about to release her from his masculine embrace, she chose to spin in place and throw him down on the ground with casual ease. He hit the ground, hard.

“You’re alright, for a fat ass. Just don’t be too familiar...You haven’t earned it.” said the Amazon.

Scott made a wheezing noise while he attempted to regain his breath. The wind had been knocked out of him. Sometimes it was easy to forget that she outmatched him in every way. Her strength was more than sixty times higher than his at the moment, at least.

***

Morning had come early for the man, far too early. After sending in his daily report, Scott had gone to sleep. He woke up at seven and checked his updated status. Dawn granted him two experience points, but nothing else. He had not done much yesterday, though his attempt to help Eina learn to dance had been worth something.

After checking his report, he had called out the girls and explained the situation to them. They were eager, if a little nervous, for the coming training. That had been a good sign as far as Scott was concerned.

The man yawned loudly as he walked into the gym, Flora at his side. He might only need four hours of rest, but he certainly wanted more.

“Goodness.” said Flora. The Alraune smiled sweetly at him. He had been tired since the day that she had met him. It was nice to have such a hard working master.

“Up! Down! Up! Get those asses up!” called a familiar voice.

Scott rolled his eyes. Eina never seemed to need any sleep. Her absurdly high vitality was a life-cheat as far as he was concerned.

He walked by the main training room and saw several Crystallim lying on the floor with their butts in the air. They were doing stretching exercises.

“Don’t wiggle that ham hock at me. I’m not hungry.” said Eina, before she slapped a winged girl on her pert posterior.

The harpy cried out in surprise, but steadied her rocking booty. Just as she managed to get the position right, it changed to another one. The girls were ordered down while raising their front half up.

Scott’s eyes lit-up at the sight of so much pressed out cleavage. Was this stretching or a special sort of adult entertainment?

Eina noticed that he was standing there and smirked at him before making a little circular motion with her finger. Turn around little boy, this is grown up stuff.

He grinned at her then made a kissy face that made her frown at him. The light pink shade that rose up on her nose bespoke the response that she had to his immature antics.

However, Flora walked into view and Eina’s slight blush shifted to a look of suspicious confusion. When the plant girl reached out and took Scott’s hands, the blond girl’s eyes widened.

“Uh, we should go find Jack, Flora...” said Scott. He had noticed the look in Eina’s eyes and did not want to risk any sort of confrontation.

Eina continued to stare at the empty doorway after they left. Her wide eyes took on an innocent and confused expression for a moment. They began to shimmer slightly in the light. It had been something that she had realized intellectually, but the thought of Scott holding hands with another girl had caused all manner of strange sensations within the mighty breast of the warrior maiden.

After a brief moment of strangeness, her eyes snapped closed and then slowly opened once more. Forget that fat bastard for now. She had work to do.

Eina glanced down at a trembling girl, her arms were about to give out. She was one of the younger, least experienced, of the girls currently in training.

The Battle Mistress growled softly. Suddenly she cried out in a strong, authoritative voice. “Push-ups! You will do them until I am tired.”

Soft feminine groans erupted throughout the room, but no one openly protested. It was useless, and they would have to do more of them if they did actually complain directly.

However, after doing push-ups for several minutes one brave soul muttered, “Just because she’s sweet on that guy...”

Eina’s hearing was alert and sensitive. She picked up the backtalk easily. “Oh ho, social commentary is it?”

The blond girl stalked over to the pink-skinned girl and yanked her up by the hair. “Shall I put that mouth of yours to proper use?”

“N-no Mistress Eina! I’ll be good!” cried the girl, her eyes pleaded for mercy.

Eina snorted at her then pressed her mouth to the terrified girl’s lips. It was a kiss, but there was no tenderness in it. Much like the day before, she had marked territory. The pink slut with a penchant for social commentary was now destined on her personal discipline list.

The amazon dropped the girl rudely then looked around. “Anyone else want special training?”

“No Mistress Eina!” cried the girls.

Eina looked down at the shaking girl, a cold and unforgiving expression upon her face. “Let me hear you cry out with a strong voice...”

The pink girl whimpered; her eyes wide with fear. Oh the horrors that she would face that day.

Meanwhile, Scott and Flora had met up with Jack in the kitchen. They had greeted each other and settled in for a quick discussion about training needs.

“So, you’re an Alraune. Have you ever had any special training before?” asked Jack.

Flora shook her head softly. “Not since I left home. I’ve only fought and... underwent morale boosting sessions.”

“I see. Well, how comfortable are you with fighting?” asked the hulking brute of a man.

The Alraune smiled softly. “I am fine with it, but I don’t have any useful direct attack skills.”

“At your level, you probably only have things like solar absorption and your vines. Am I right?”

“Yeah. If I don’t use entanglement to hold an opponent down, my vine whips don’t do enough damage to defeat them quickly.” admitted Flora, sadly.

Jack nodded. “That’s no doubt due to what I have seen of your personality. Your physical skills will relate to your inner emotions.”

“What can I do about that?” asked Flora. She was interested in being stronger. It would help her new master after all.

Jack smiled at her and then turned to Scott. “Her nature as an Alraune is one of sweetness and gentle nurturing, like a flowering plant without thorns.”

Scott nodded. “That sounds about right.”

Jack looked at Flora and then back at Scott. “I’ll level with you two, alright?”

They looked to each other and then back to the retired veteran. They were ready for the truth of his assessment.

The gym owner nodded to them and then said, “Flora, you are more suited to a support position. You will probably learn healing, defense, and entrapment techniques much easier than you learn direct attacking skills.”

Flora looked a little hurt by that assessment. She tilted her head down, but lifted her head again when Scott took her by the hand.

“It’s ultimately up to you, Flora. Jack has a good eye for these things, and a lot of experience. Honestly, I could use someone who can heal and defend others just as much as I can use someone with strong attack power.”

“You can? None of my other masters were satisfied with my low attack power...” said the girl. Her eyes shimmered gently with unspent tears.

“Well, they had their reasons, but they were probably idiots. Your entrapment skill alone could really help in a team battle against a strong opponent.” said Scott.

“It could, huh?” Flora considered that for a moment. She had only been able to beat Shaia due to that skill.

Jack spoke up. “A powerful support member is absolutely vital in the field. What good is overwhelming power, if health can’t be quickly restored? In a protracted battle, even a strong person can be defeated by someone weaker, if that weaker person has outside support that the stronger individual lacks.”

“If you choose to become my support, you’ll help us a great deal, Flora.” said Scott. He’d had thoughts along those lines as well, but he was not sure if it was the right path for her to take. Ultimately, he wanted her to decide what she wanted to do. It was her life. He just got the chance to share it with her.

“I’d like that... I think. But what about fighting? If I am focused on support, there will be troubles with fights on land.” said Flora. She, of course, was referring to Shaia’s aquatic nature and lower capacity on land.

“True, but we can work on developing Shaia a bit. Once she reaches tier-two, she’ll be able to walk on land. We need to gain at least one more attacker as well, though I am uncertain what to do.”

Jack spoke up. “You could take Gris-Gris with you...”

Scott looked at him sourly. “I like my eyebrows, thank you.”

Gris-Gris was a sweet and energetic girl, but she had certain habits that Scott was not particularly interested in developing. A magic oriented Crystallim would be extremely useful, but he did not feel like waking up in a different bodily form.

“You always make it difficult, don’t you?” said Jack.

“It’s part of my boyish charm, I guess.” said Scott.

The man leaned in a little. “So, did you earn the four hundred ninety gold credits, yet?”

“I still have five.” said Scott with a small smile. The price crept creeping down, further and further.

“Damn... Fine.” groused the man. He really had not expected Scott to come up with that much money overnight, but life was nothing without hope.

They chatted amiably for a moment and then returned to the task at hand. Scott and Flora followed Jack into a special training room that was designed for aquatic Crystallim.

Scott called out Shaia and the girl appeared inside a large tank of water. She gasped excitedly at the strange surroundings, but then realized that she was underwater.

The novice hunter was surprised by her next actions. The extremely shy girl cried out happily then started to swim in circles. Scott said, “She seems a lot more confident in the water.”

“Wouldn’t you be, if you were half fish? Being on land probably terrifies her.” said Jack.

Scott had suspected that she would be uncomfortable on land for lengthy periods of time. After he had seen her so joyous in the water, he had felt bad for not accommodating her needs better, sooner.

Jack smiled at the happy mermaid girl. “I can already tell that a lot of her confidence problems that you mentioned probably stemmed from being on land. Her mobility would have been heavily reduced.”

“Well, she was also very shy around me...” said Scott. It had been cute to be honest. Still, it was problematic to say the least.

“That makes sense due to her breed. Mermaids in general tend to be more confident in the water, but on land any psychological quirks like shyness would be exacerbated. She will probably still be a little shy toward you in tender moments, even in the water, but it would be excruciating on land.”

Shaia moved to the side of the tank and pressed against it slightly. She waved cutely at Scott using only her fingers.

Scott waved back at her and said, “Hi, Shaia.”

She giggled sweetly then looked down and swayed her shoulders back and forth. Her face turned a subtle shade of red, and her tail shifted to a soft pink hue.

“I’ll need to spend more time with her in the water then... But that doesn’t help with the on land battle situation.”

“Sure it does. Just train her till she can evolve to tier-two. That will probably take at least two months without combat, however.” said Jack.

Shaia smiled gently then noticed Flora. She waved at her new sister and the Alraune waved back. That was a good sign as well. When they were not engulfed in a gentle power play over their master, they would probably get along nicely. Water and Plant types often did.

“I need to increase her rank as well.” said Scott.

“Ah, yeah... F-Rank is not something you want her to be holding onto when she evolves. Do you have the money to raise her properly?” asked Jack.

“No. I can get her to D-Rank, but things get expensive after that.” admitted Scott.

Jack rubbed his chin. “D-Rank is still a little low, but it should be fine for a first evolution. The chances that she will go up a star-level aren’t that high, but you can always upgrade her rank to C or B afterward.”

Scott nodded. “I’d hit my sponsor up for money, but I doubt they would grant much of anything until my ninety-days are up.”

“Probably not... Hmm, you could also try expanding your team.” said Jack.

Scott glanced over and noticed Flora and Shaia waving at each other once more. They seemed to be getting along fairly well. He needed to expand his team, but he had so many options that it was difficult to decide on which way to go.

Jack checked the younger man’s gaze then smiled. “Plant and water... Get an Earth Type and a Lightning Type.”

Scott considered that for a moment. “I’d love to, but it’s the same thing. Either I need to get a loan, or I need to get really lucky while hunting.”

“Why not ask your sponsor?” asked Jack.

Scott snorted. “Is there a reason to at this point?”

“You won’t know, until you ask. Who sponsored you, anyway?” asked the man.

“Ah, it was some place called the Ophun Research Institute.”

“Hmm...” said Jack.

“What is it?” asked Scott.

“Go visit them in person. If they are the people I am thinking of, you will definitely like the result.”

“What do you mean?”

Jack grinned at him. “I bet you didn’t even bother to find out what they researched.”

Scott shrugged. They were on the official American Sponsorship Registry. Any company or group on that list was heavily vetted and prestigious. They were held in high-regard by the council and were willing to help pay some of his costs in the future, so he did not give a damn what they did. It was a typical attitude for hunters. They were not employees of their sponsor after all.

“Just go visit them. If you want, I can put your girls to work here while you head over.”

“What, now?” Why was Jack pushing this so heavily?

“Yes, now. It will work out well for you, and your team. I’m sure of it.” said the man.

The novice hunter looked to his girls then back to Jack. He trusted the man. If he said this would help then it would help. Scott turned to his team mates and said, “Girls. I have to go take care of something for a few hours. Jack will get you started on a training regimen.”

Shaia pouted then rocketed to the top of the tank. Water splashed out as she reached the surface. “You’re leaving us?”

“Just for a little while. I have to meet our sponsor.” said Scott.

Flora looked at him with wide, sad, eyes. “We can’t go with you?”

“You could, but it will probably be boring paperwork stuff. You can get started with your training here, while I deal with that.” said the man. If they begged him, he would take them. But he certainly preferred to have them stay here and train.

It was not like distance was a problem. If he needed them, he could call them back and then have the manifest in his presence. Their true bodies were on his arm at the moment, even if their consciousness was manifested in the curvaceous forms before him.

However, the girls accepted his wishes. If all he planned to do was sign papers, a little training sounded like a better way to spend their time.

Scott said his good byes, and then left the gym. On the way out he noticed that Eina’s training sessions had ended. Yet, there was a pink-skinned Crystallim suspended from the ceiling by tightly wrapped ropes.

The girl whimpered, but refused to say anything when she noticed Scott looking at her. He was not certain what manner of training she had been elected to receive, and he was not certain that he wanted to know.

***

It had taken the better part of an hour, but Scott had managed to take a series of transit points to reach the location that he desired. The Ophun Research institute was a sprawling and professional looking complex.

Scott walked toward the front doors, but took a moment to read the company sign out that silently floated in the air. “Ophun Research Institute, a Subsidiary of Turner Enterprises...”

“Turner Enterprises? Where have I heard that name before?” Scott considered the familiarity of the term for a moment then shook his head.

He left the sign behind and headed for the glass double doors that guarded the entrance into the building. The thin dark glass looked fragile, but he was sure it was some sort of high-end material that was designed to withstand powerful attacks.

The research institute was over twelve miles, or twenty kilometers, outside of town. At that distance, roaming Nightmares or bandits might attack. A place like this no doubt had a lot of security, due to whatever research they performed.

The double doors remained firmly closed to him when he reached their position. He raised his right hand and said, “Scott Matthews to meet with...” He blanked for a moment. Who was he meeting again?

He stepped back and called up his sponsorship information. After confirming the name of the person he was here to meet, he stepped forward once more. “Scott Mathews to meet with Analise Ophun.”

There was no visible sign of a scan to show that one had taken place. However, after a few seconds the door opened with a pneumatic hiss. The thickness of the entrance door proved to be much greater than it appeared from the outside.

Scott walked into the open doorway and stopped when a green square appeared on the floor. He recognized it for what it was, a nav-light. He stepped onto the square and several more appeared on the floor. He stepped onto the next one and another square appeared after the one furthest from him.

He continued to step onto the lit floor panels and followed them through the twisting, and strangely empty, hallways of the institute. After several minutes, a short elevator ride, and brief moment where a second identification scan occurred, he stood outside the office of the woman who he had come to meet.

Scott placed his hand on the light-panel attached to the door frame, and then waited. He did not need to wait long. The door opened to reveal a cavernous room. There was a desk in the far back, near an array of panels that showed an exterior view like a window. He knew better, however. There were probably no windows in this building at all.

He took in the sight of the sole occupant of the room, a woman with brilliant red hair, and a strangely erotic demeanor for a research professional. Was it the low-cut business suit, or was it what the suit failed to hide that gave him that impression? Perhaps it was both.

“Ah, Mr. Matthews. I see that you’ve come to visit with us at last.” said the woman before standing up from her desk. She strode forward and revealed that she was wearing high-heels and a tight skirt that completed her unprofessional, yet suitable, attire.

“Sorry that it took me so long, Ms. Ophun.” said Scott. Honestly, he had not intended to meet her now. However, Jack had been strangely insistent.

“It is quite alright. You did just receive your hunter’s license. I suppose you have been busy with the flurry of activity that the first few days brings?” she said. The naughtily dressed professor smiled at him in a warm, but slightly predatory manner.

“That sounds right.” said Scott. He did not lie. That did sound right.

“That’s fine then. Let’s get down to business.” said the woman.

Scott started to agree with her, but she did something surprising. She shimmered slightly for a brief moment and then her clothes disappeared altogether. In her place, there stood a different and even more erotic individual.

“Are you surprised Mr. Matthews?” asked Analise.

He took in the sight of the newly revealed woman and then nodded. “I had no idea...”

“What? You could not tell that I am a Crystallim?” asked the woman with a smile.

“Well, no...” admitted the man. He had certainly not expected any of this. However, he was more surprised by the sudden shift to naked status than the fact that she would shape-shift.

“Good. That is what we strive for here. Do you know what this institute does?” asked the still naked dark elf.

Scott blinked then tried to tear his eyes away from her gorgeous lightly bronzed skin long enough to answer. “Honestly, no. I did attempt to learn more about that recently, but there was little to find.”

It was true. He had actively checked into the nature of the institute no less than fifteen minutes ago.

Analise smiled in a less predatory manner and then nodded her head. “Here at the Ophun institute, we pair up elven Crystallim with worthy novice hunters to see how they grow together.”

“I see. How does that work since you’re a Crystallim, though?” asked Scott. Property rights issues were bound to be a nightmare for her.

“Technically, I am owned by Turner Industries. Unfortunately, due to recent changes in ownership liabilities for multinational corporations, I have to either find a new master in the local area or move my operation to Japan.”

“I see...” said Scott. That sounded like a tough situation.

Analise walked forward casually then stood directly across from the novice hunter. “That is, of course, where you come in Mr. Matthews.”

Scott quirked his left eyebrow upward. “How so?”

The dark elf laughed in a slow, deliberate, manner. “Jack was right. You certainly do have the right sort of resonance...”

A dark suspicion entered Scott’s man-breast. “You know Jack?”

She laughed again. “Yes, of course. The Heartspire gym has dealt with all of the basic training for the girls here for over twenty years.”

“That Jack... No wonder he said I’d find something good if I came here right now.” Scott had been set up!

“Did he, now? Is that the only reason that you came?” asked the elf with a slight pout. Her eyes were electric, however. She was not truly hurt by his proclamation.

“Partly, yes. I realized that I did need to meet up with my sponsor before I became too busy.” said Scott.

“So, you’ve been busy?” asked Analise. The beautiful elf gazed upon him with great interest. It was important to know the manner of man she would be joining up with, after all.

“I acquired an Alraune named Flora, and we gathered a new team member named Shaia. She’s a Caesg.” he replied.

“I see. Not bad, for a few days of work...” Analise smiled prettily at him.

Scott leaned away from her slightly. She had hatched a scheme with Jack. He wanted to know more about that before he allowed himself to become too familiar with her. “So, what is this business about me being related to you needing a master?”

“Direct, huh? I like that.” said the dark elf.

Analise tapped her chin for a moment. “Well, you did not immediately attempt to rape me upon seeing me in all my glory. I am not entirely certain if that is a good sign, or a snub.”

Scott tilted his head to the side. She was not certain? A human who attempted that sort of thing was either born an idiot, or high-leveled enough that he did not care. Crystallim generally outclassed humans in almost every way.

She sighed when he did not take her bait. “Fine. I need a human master from the local area in order to maintain control of my institute. You seem energetic enough, and your resonance is soothing.”

“You had to be naked to tell me that?” asked Scott, curiously.

“I didn’t have to not be naked.” replied Analise. She narrowed her eyes slightly then smiled. It proved to be a rather inviting gesture.

Scott did not know her actual level, but her skill level at the art of seduction was definitely far higher than either of the girls back at the gym. “I have no problem with that, but how is that going to work out? I need to have you registered under me.”

“Being under you is no problem for me at all...” She bit her bottom lip then gave him a cute look.

He tried to resist the appeal for a moment, but found that she was simply too good and what she did. He smiled tentatively at her and she grinned in response.

“As far as actual ownership. You would be my master. However, my money is my own. We would need to sign contracts for various things.” she said.

“Further, I will have to play the part of a hunter’s team mate for a time. The only way to do that is for me to undergo refinement once more and have my level reset to one.”

“You will need refinement? How much will that cost me?” asked Scott. Money was tight. Sure, gold credits were enough for a normal person to live for several months without concerns. However, his cost of living was much higher.

“Only your promise to never remove me from your active harem is required. Nor will you place me in storage.”

“Harem?” asked Scott. That was an old fashioned term. He used it now and then for fun, but to hear someone professional use it seemed strange. Most people referred to a group of Crystallim as a team or just a group.

“Yes, harem. I know what it is, and I prefer that term. Do you agree to my stipulation?”

“Sure, if you’re willing to place your fate in my hands, the least I can do is not be an ass about it.” replied Scott.

She smiled. “Excellent. I will cover the costs of my refinement. I stopped leveling a long time ago, so it will be nice to feel that rush again.”

“What rank are you now?” asked Scott. Normally that would be rude to ask, but since she wanted to join his tea- harem it was perfectly natural to ask.

“Currently, I am B-Rank, level forty-six, tier-two. I am rated four stars.”

Scott decided to be playful and eyed her up and down. “I would have thought you to be five stars at the least.”

She snorted at him. For the first time a hint of a blush formed on her cheeks. “No need to lay it on so thick. You already have my full cooperation.”

“I understand. You wouldn’t like it if laid it down thick...” replied Scott.

She laughed in a sensual manner. “Whoever told you that lie?”

They both shared a laugh afterward. Things were going quite well between them. Analise took her would-be master by the hand and casually strolled over to her desk. They spoke briefly about the specifics of their new working relationship. Scott read through, and then signed, a series of contracts.

“Well, it’s official now. I am your property, master.” said Analise.

“Great. So, should I do like the paperwork requested and start referring to you by your traveling name?” asked Scott.

“Sure, let me taste it on your lips.” asked the dark elf while she casually leaned over her desk. Her supple breasts dangled invitingly before him.

Scott was not sure how she would taste her name on his lips. She had probably meant that she wanted to hear him speak it. “Welcome aboard, Pirouette.”

She suddenly leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. Scott blinked, but did not fight it. However, one thought floated through his mind. That had escalated quickly.

Scott slipped his hand up to softly cup one of her heavy, swaying breasts. There were not quite as large as Flora’s, but they still presented a delightful handful. They were also exceptionally perky.

Pirouette’s mouth opened slightly and she softly moaned. The feeling of a man’s hands on her breasts was quite arousing to the dark elf. She had not felt that sort of masculine touch for a very long time.

However, the moment did not enter into full-blown sexy time territory, yet. There was one more matter to attend to first. The dark elf reached down and casually opened her desk drawer. She continued to massage his mouth with her lips, even as he caressed and teased her breasts.

Pirouette opened a case inside the drawer and pulled out a jet black crystal that was interspersed with vivid green. She pulled on Scott’s bottom lip with her lips and then took his right hand and placed her core into his palm.

Scott moved his hand where he could see it, and then his eyes widened slightly. Vivid green light danced among darkened shadows on his palm. A number appeared in his field of view. They had seventy-eight percent compatibility. It was surprisingly high. Of course, they had already gone through the process of meeting. She had the face and form of a woman in her mid-twenties, but she was far older than that.

Her light shined bright and clear. It was obvious that she had been Lucid for a very long time, so long that she could have probably been fine with only meeting her supposed master on an irregular basis. That would explain why she had kept her core inside her desk drawer.

Scott held the core in his hands and focused on the woman in front of him. He thought of how they had met, and how her lips felt against his. He thought of the soft, heavy, weight of her magnificent breasts. He spent a moment thinking of her personality quirks and how calm and cool she seemed.

He received an image in return, but it mostly involved him pulling her across his thighs and slapping her on the ass. She had apparently been naughty and needed to be punished by her master.

Scott laughed into her mouth and she giggled softly in response. He sent back an image of a bright red hand print on her backside and her wrists bound in leather cuffs.

The Crystallim core nearly leapt from his hand. The swirling shadows and vivid green light became truly radiant and threatened to reach blindingly intense levels.

Pirouette climbed onto his lap and leaned against him while he sat in her comfy chair. She ran her tongue along his ear and whispered huskily, “Claim me already...”

Scott closed his hand around her core and she jerked a little. “You’re sexy ass is mine...”

She started to breathe heavier after she heard that. Her eyes widened slightly and then closed to seductively narrowed slits. “Yes, master.”

Her new master pressed his lips hotly to the side of her neck and then slid his hands down to cup her supple ass. She was a well-formed girl. Everything about her seemed like it had been designed for maximum erotic appeal.

Pirouette moaned into his ear then pressed her chest against him. She was already starting to feel that certain fire that had been missing from her life in the last few decades. A Crystallim might not need sex in order to function and remain Lucid, but it certainly felt wonderful to have a man’s hands take charge of her body once more.

Scott ran his tongue slowly along her neck. She tilted her head back so that he could learn more of her special flavor. He kissed the space between her throat and her collar bone then worked his way up to her chin. Once there he moved his right hand over ti casually slip two fingers between the cleft of her ass cheeks.

She whimpered a little when he started to tease her cutely puckered anal passage, but his tongue silenced her by sliding between her soft pink lips. Pirouette was practically glowing with arousal at this point. She had not been touched like this in a long time. The casual way that he took charge of her body was quite consuming.

The dark elf lost track of time after that. Each moment was a subtle shift in the dynamics of their position and her awareness. Soon she found herself on the floor. Her breasts were pressed hotly to the plush carpet, while her beautiful and ever so lonesome ass bounced and swayed to the thrusts of her new master.

She cried loudly in exquisite pain when his hand slapped down upon her ass cheek with a loud crack. Her mouth flew open and her tongue stretched forth like a serpent searching for prey whenever she felt the tender caress of his hand harshly clapping against her innocent backside.

Pirouette panted like a dog in heat, her body burning with the passion of his cock thrusting aggressively inside of her.

Where was he getting all of that glorious aggression? She had hoped for a little rough play, but she was ready to marry his cock at this point.

Scott started to slap her intermittently on each of her ass cheeks while he pounded her hot aching pussy. She bit her lower lip and fought back the undignified sound that her throat longed to unleash.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, she cried out loudly and clawed at the carpet. Her maidenly fluids gushed out with great forced and her pussy spasmed around his cock like it never wanted to release him from its sweet pink embrace.

He pulled her back by her hair and forced her to rise up onto her hands. Her breasts swayed heavily in the air. He buckled his thighs a little, to give her leverage, and then pulled her back again. Now her burning hot body was arched beautifully against him.

Scott placed one hand around her throat, but did not squeeze. He used that position as a means of dominance and leverage. He pulled her back and whispered into her ear. “Has your pussy learned anything?”

Her vaginal walls immediately tightened around his cock once more, and her ass began to move to a rhythm all its own. “It’s incorrigible....”

“Naughty pussy...” he whispered. Scott slipped his free hand up to massage her breasts.

Pirouette moaned loudly at his gentle, yet possessive touch. However, her eyes snapped open and her pussy once again gushed forth with its own brand of liquid violence when he whispered. “Your ass is a bad influenced... I’ll give it a harsh punishment...”

A high-class dark elf, top of her field... She had pretended to be human as a means to an end that she had not explained. Aided by her former corporate owner, she had worked tirelessly toward that goal. In all that time, she had not taken a male lover; or any lover really. Neither her maiden heart nor her poor, lonely, pussy had been ready for the enthusiasm of a man who had spent the last few days with the worst case of blue balls in history.

Her wide, strangely innocent, eyes shimmered gently with emotion. Her pussy clenched and unclenched in time to her beating heart. Finally, she said, “Yes, of course... That would be for the best...”

Scott unleashed a wide, feral, grin. This promised to continue to be a truly eventful meeting.