Sachihiro

Ingwe and I seem to be getting along well since the bath with a different type of tension now between us. I watch her face in a reflected window marvelling at the artistry that is her body now comfortably cradled in my arms after I've introduced her to the pleasures of oral sex, I think I introduced her to the pleasures of oral sex. We've been at it on and off for about 3 hours now and throughout the process she has been an eager student letting me do all I wish to her, trusting that I know what I'm doing and it will be pleasurable and so far I haven't disappointed.

I am intoxicated with the sexual power teaching her how to ride me gives, she licks as directed eager to improve, a nimble student and that entices my lust. With dedicated patience of course as I teach her, I reward her with pleasure when she does her best, her little climaxes are a favoured pleasure to experience.

When she climaxes with me still inside it always triggers my own climax without fail.

[Sigh], its easier to communicate with women through the body than any other median I've so far found. Their body tells me how to please them and I just follow instructions. Its beautiful seeing/feeling the reactions of a woman experiencing these feelings for the first time, such honesty in sex! I'm happy to say Ingwe and I are building a rapport now, I guess its hard to be shy with someone that knows what your asshole looks like stretched {evil grin}.

We've been trying to speak to one another and I've been teaching her basic Sandersonian through her sending to me. There hasn't been much time to get into anything deep but I did manage to communicate my desire to know how she recognised that slave outside, its clear many of the slaves have the distinct colouring of the Alderman. So her people are a slave class here, mhmm...

''Slaves,'' I mime iron around my writs and neck, point outside then point at her before running my hand down her rich earth-coloured skin.

She looks away, distraught, fearful, angry, nervous; i am inside her after a climax and she as easy to read a book cupped within my embrace. She sighs, then communicates as clearly as she can with her clicking, swashling tongue hands and emotions.

Apparently her people are declining fast, which is why their elders are now trying to form alliances and pacts of marriage. The Alderman have shunned the rest of society on Pangaea for so long that they don't actually have anything of value other people want except for themselves and are now willing to trade their daughters away in hopes of making friends to stem the decline of their populations.

All of their Seers prophesy that within 50 years her people will be no more and so they have been desperate to change, to try to learn more about the world outside the Foothills. But as soon as they leave their ancestral lands many of their skills and abilities stop working and the helves have been catching some that leave as slaves with impunity.

Helves being what they call the predominantly half-elven people of the Nexus. The Alderman have found themselves prisoners in their own lands while previously they stayed there by choice, now hemmed in by slavers on all sides eager to catch any Alderman that leaves the protection of the grasslands.

It's an interesting story with many implications about claimed territory and the power one might gain from it. But its mostly sad, made more so by the fact that she is projecting to me in Universal so there is no ambiguity to her meaning and feelings.

The Alderman are a people slowly being strangled out of existence in their land or walk into the open arms of slavery. We are the second group her elders have made a similar pact with, travellers that traded and left bearing wives and promises of returnig. It's foreign to me, using yourself as currency to strangers, it implies they are cheap people with nothing to offer. I wonder if I paid too high a price for my bride in fact, mhmm, she is beautiful, pliable and I ultimately got her for saving my own life.

I empathize with her, I do know what its like to have your people suddenly taken into the disgrace of slavery, people that don't practice a formal form of slavery themselves. That their concealment and some of their Seers abilities are territory-based is very interesting though.

I think about that fight with that creature, we left an open dungeon there which means that creature or a similar creature will spawn there again maybe. That place could become a great boon for the people if they don't again let it grow to ridiculous power levels but cull properly it while its still young. We should have all died in that fight and we probably would have had my madness not worked.

I cut that thing with my soul and it still kept 'fucken' coming at us. If it wasn't as much a spirit creature as it actually was would I have been able to banish it to the realm of spirits with the same technique, a technique that was a fluke itself? I know zanpakutō's are supposed to banish but that is not something I've even thought to try before. I need to get better at fighting, I can't relly on luck to save me again, I need to explore what I can do with this sword.

I sigh as I remember what that creature did to Asger when it cast its darkness magic. We had to leave him with the witch-healers there and travel fast so we could leave messages for the Conclave agents here about current events. The Alderman can keep him alive but its only at the Conclave that they can put him back together.

The sight of him like that reminded both Om and I of Harold and what that hag-witch did to him way back when. Now I have to think of a way to get my mates sibling out of slavery from these 'fucken' helven merchants somehow. What do I have to trade that will get me his slave bond, how far am I willing to go if they won't sell?

If I only show interest in buying a single slave though they may realise his value to me, maybe I can buy several and have him amongst the purchases. What to trade though, everything I currently have with me I value, and some I still have no access to since I don't yet have mana.

That's another thing on my mind, holding in an Awakening is like holding a shit for a long time. It gets uncomfortable fast and that dungeon gave me so much more mana that I need to Awaken I'm practically bursting at the seams with Mana.

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‎ Zaraya

"Hey."

"Hey," Erika says looking up from her papers at my head sticking into the opening of the door of her office.

"I was wondering if you could help me push a name on the list of people recommended for travelling to the underworld for a possible soul weapon," I say quickly, trying to play politics and get a bureaucracy to benefit me for a change.

Erika looks at me slightly surprised before asking the pertinent question. "You realise there are strick prerequisites for qualifying to travel there and only 10 people are year are allowed to go?"

"I know."

"And you are sure one of your many groups of disciples already qualifies?" She asks skeptically.

"Don't knock it till you try it, 6 groups of 3 pupils each on the same level. Training together, living together, following roughly the same regiments and diets," I say giving a thumbs up. "I not only train more disciples than any of you since I don't need to be there for their entire tutoring but my disciples also have much broader specialisations than yours."

"If you say so, just know that your boy or girl will be competing for the slot with Arnold's second disciple and one of the old man's grandkids." She says before going back to her paperwork.

I grin at that news excitement bubbling up inside me, I'm psyched! Ragnar will get an opportunity to show his stuff against worthy opponents before travelling to the Watanabe clan to get a soul weapon forged, this is great! He will definitely thank me as the best Master he could have ever had especially with his perpendicular grumpy continece.

I hear the pain of a forging is quite unbearable though, I should have asked Sachihiro more about that.