The last thing I can remember is struggling for breath and the smell of ozone before my vision goes completely black.

With the pain from being knocked back and electrocuted replaced with the feeling of Elsa’s soft skin, I slowly open my eyes and immediately squint from the sun that is pleasantly warming us both as we lie on the ground.

-I doubt he expected us to be so effective…- Jane manages to recover before me.

-Ouch… yeah… remind me to never again try and make archmages orgasm in record time.-

-You sure? Even though you leveled up your skill?-

I check my status screen and sure enough, Mana Stimulation is now level 5.

Making myself a bit more comfortable on Elsa’s stomach I start a conversation and quickly derail it into lewd topics.

Helped by my knowledge of her sexual preferences and minimal doses of Mana Stimulation so she doesn’t notice, she soon exclaims “And why the fuck am I even telling you this?!”

“Because you mentioned that you give good head and I can guarantee that you don’t. The little bit you already told me proves that I was right.”

“Really? I…”

“Never heard anyone complain before?” I interrupt the usual response, “Of course you didn’t. No guy is going to complain when you have them in your mouth... but answer me this? How many rushed to fuck you instead of enjoying your bj’s till the end?”

I give her some time to try and remember before I put words into her head, “Not many if at all. I bet your boyfriend didn’t even bother asking you for them… just got them from other girls.”

-Shit! Shit! Shit! She didn’t tell me about him yet.-

“At least that's what most guys do, the morons…” I try to recover.

“Assholes is more fitting.”

“Not really. I don’t really give a fuck about them getting some from other girls… what I can’t understand is why waste the opportunity of teaching their girlfriends, who are more than willing to learn, how to please them.”

“Maybe it’s because I don’t need to learn anything and they're just assholes,” she says as a matter of fact.

“You do… you copy Hollywood movies and internet stereotypes too much. A good blowjob is sloppy and noisy. Don’t lick the shaft and look at us seductively. Pretend to choke and make sucking noises. Even better if you gag!”

“You’re disgusting…”

“Maybe…” I pulse my skill and cause her to jerk in pleasure, “but I’m still right.”

Jane mentions that Elsa is opening up faster than usual so we decide to continue talking even after the anchor goes off cooldown and just wait for a natural lull in the conversation before casting it.

Now free from any consequences I borrow her watch again and leave Elsa wondering as I rush to search for the bunny-girl.

A few hours later I’m leaning on the wall of the servants quarters, which are nothing more than long rows of rooms located a stone's throw away from the palace. The higher end servant rooms are located closer to the palace while the lowest ones are at the far end, close to the line of walls made out of the royal guard dormitory. I try to ignore the smell coming from the farthest end of the rooms, where the toilets are located, while one of the servant girls sucks me off.

Using my hand I force her head down every once in awhile to make her gag and listen to her choke. She looks barely sixteen, her technique is horrible and her teeth are slightly too yellow for my taste. She probably smells foul as well but thankfully the almost visible miasma from the stench in the place masks her odor.

From what the girl explained between gasps for air the personal servants for the nobles all reside in the palace itself, in rooms adjacent to the nobles they serve. The public beast slaves are used for either running errands, as they are much quicker than humans, or for entertaining the guards.

-Considering the other servants don’t seem to care too much at what she is doing right in the middle of this ally it seems it's not only the beasts that are used for entertainment.-

-Did you have to say that? I was trying not to think about it too much… I’m already struggling to finish…-

-I can help with that.- Jane smiles and starts to unbutton her dress shirt.

I gently move her hands out of the way and button her up. Making sure not to break imaginary eye contact as I do.

A few dozen gags later I hear a familiar thumping of feet and see bunny ears bobbing up and down as the girl I’m looking for hops towards her room.

“Yo!” I yell to make her notice me.

The servant tries to look back but I hold her head in place and push myself deeper into her throat.

“Stand there.” I point at a spot next to me and wait till the servant finishes with her choking fit, ”And don’t say a word.”

Excited by the cute little bunny’s stare and the thought of meeting more of her kind I manage to get the release I’ve been trying to reach for the past half hour. Sending the servant away after saying my thanks, I sit down and motion the bunny to sit down next to me.

“What's your name?”

“Simca,” she looks at me with large round eyes.

She reminds me of my sister and I just can’t help but smile,“So…. Simca, how old are you?”

“Ten.”

“And how long have you had this?” I point at her chest where a red light appeared when she disobeyed her order.

“I don’t know…” she lowers her chin and her ears drop.

“It’s okay. Can you guess?”

“Two, maybe three months.”

-So about the time the first attack inside the barrier happened.-

“I see. And can you tell me why you got that?”

She looks at me in surprise and then back at the ground. Some time passes and just when I get ready to ask another question she opens her mouth to speak.

“I can’t. It is not allowed.”

“Because of the seal?”

She shakes her head, ears whipping from side to side, “Tribe rules.”

“Oh…”

“I won’t do it even if your order me,” she grimaces but her voice conveys a steely resolve.

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning to. But I do have some questions that I must get some answers to. Is there a place we can talk where we won’t be overheard?” I ask quietly.

She looks at her room and down the row of buildings.

“No.”

“What about your room?”

-Will you stop this already? There's no reason to be nice. She won’t remember and we are on a time limit.- Jane states after Simca simply stares silently at the ground.

“I guess I’ll be blunt then… Simca, tell me how you are planning to escape!”

She says nothing but after a few moments a red glow appears on her chest and she falls to her knees in pain. Her hands grab at her sternum and tears roll down her cheek. I can see her two large front teeth bite down on her lower lip as she struggles not to make any sounds.

-Don’t you think this is weird?- I ask Jane.

-Is there anything about this that isn’t?-

-Compare it to the last time she disobeyed an order.-

-Less groaning and spasming? She was trying to hold her breath last time though.-

-She was… but this is too quiet.-

I look around us and see that we are alone and nothing which stands out.

“The three who are going to help you are close by, aren’t they?”

She says nothing but for a moment her head tilts and she sneaks a glance in the direction of her room.

“They’re waiting for you inside, aren’t they?”

-Not that many other places for them to hide around here.-

It could be my imagination but the red glow seems to grow brighter with each of my questions.

“Relax. No need to answer. Just listen.”

I lean closer to her small and shaking figure and whisper, “I want to help.” The red glow dims and disappears, “If they are waiting in your room I’d like to talk to them.” her shaking eases, “I’d like you to go inside and explain to them that I’m a friend and that they shouldn’t kill me. Can I trust you Simca?”

She nods her head and a moment later hops to her room and knocks on the door in a pattern that I can’t hear properly.

I wait and a few minutes later the door is opened from the inside and I take it as an invitation to enter.

The room is longer than it is wide and the four half-beasts are packed in the far end of it. The moonlight entering from the door and a slit in the wall are the only lights.

“Greetings, sexy ladies.” I flash my best smile and give a small bow.

“Greetings, human,” the tallest one says.

A small cot and a chamber pot seem to be the only things in the room. Simca and the other two are standing behind her. It’s dark but their silhouettes clearly have their hands on their weapons with their long ears twitching at every sound from outside. As I enter and close the door behind me one of them lights a small lantern that looks like it's made of clay. Although weak, it gives off enough light to pick up facial details.

“Please. Call me Marcus. I come with a proposition,” I say and throw my mace and knife to the side. “Thank you for not killing me,” I bow again.

-Will you take this seriously?-

-Why should I? I’m having so much fun.-

“My sister has given her word and so we won’t touch you. For now. What do you want, hero?” she asks with disgust.

“I would like to help you escape.”

As my eyes adjust to the darkness I can see her eyes narrow to slits.

“And why would you do that?”

-Yes, David. Why do you want to help these bunnies?- Jane shares with me her annoyance.

“No special reason really. I was summoned here to kill you, but I don’t like being told what to do.” I fold my hands to my chest.

-That’s an understatement…- Jane sniggers.

“And why do you think we require your help?” she takes a step forward and I can hear her weapon leave the scabbard. “What’s stopping me from making sure you don’t ruin our plans instead?”

“Your word that you won’t hurt me?”

“Means very little when dealing with your kind,” one of the warriors behind her chimes in her opinion and is quickly shushed by the one closest to me.

“Didn't you say I can trust you?” I look at Simca but she avoids looking at me. “Too bad… and here I thought I’d share a way to solve the slave crest problem.” I scratch my beard as I eye the leader smugly.

All four look at me with apprehension.

“And what do you want in return?” she asks suspiciously.

“Sex.”

-They have the best asses I’ve ever seen. Even with the help of the internet! They better do anal…-

-Like you’ll leave them a choice…- Jane rolls her eyes and sighs.