Ciarra The Cold

[WARNING - IF YOU LAST READ THIS STORY BEFORE SEPTEMBER 29, PLEASE GO BACK TO CHAPTER ONE - EVERYTHING HAS BEEN REWRITTEN]

Vixen arched against me, m.o.a.ning quietly in the dark. Struggling against exhaustion, I forced my eyes open with a yawn. Time passed as I slowly woke up. I've never been a morning person. Idly stroking my fingers through her fur, I reached around to pull her against me, only to find matted wet fur where her side touched the bed. Did she wet the bed? For a moment I was disgusted, but then I realized my mistake. Not pee, l.u.b.r.i.c.a.t.i.o.n. The thick slimy mucous was just confirmation of her arousal.

Vixen whispered. "No, not again," then spasmed, every muscle locking tight. Arching against me again. A climax? She whispered between ragged pants, "Goddess, what have you done to me? THAT keeps happening." Squirming slightly, Vixen silently wept, radiating a nearly overwhelming scent of l.u.s.t. Another one? She isn't masturbating.

Perhaps this is a side effect from yesterdays o.r.g.a.s.m? I activated [Flesh Shaping] and studied her. Yes, that's what did it. O.r.g.a.s.ms normally only last a few seconds to less than a minute. I made hers last hours. Long past the breaking point. Might as well have been a powerful drug. An o.r.g.a.s.m overdose, and these aftershocks are just withdraw symptoms.

She whispered. "Yesterday… Please, it keeps happening. I can't take anymore. You… broke me. And... fixed me? I think? I don't feel clumsy anymore. How did you do it? Why?"

Like everyone who isn't a [Priest] or [Priestess], she couldn't see her own character sheet. I'm not surprised she knows. I'll reveal her character sheet later. Her reaction will be entertaining. Especially when she gets a look at herself. Such lovely changes, but she literally looks like a different person, and would only come up to her old bodies waist. The only reason she hasn't realized yet, is because she's laying down in the dark.

Just before I licked her nectar from my fingers, I remembered about him. Scrubbing every trace of her past partners away is worth getting up early. I rolled out of bed and tucked Vixen under my arm, ignoring her struggles and complaints, I carried her away.

The horse trough would make a reasonable bathtub, and it was already next to the well. Looks like it hasn't been cleaned in months. Scrubbing it clean wasn't pleasant, but Vixen's occasional o.r.g.a.s.m provided a welcome distraction. Then I had a brilliant idea, and used [Water Manipulation] to scrub it down with powerful jets of water. Not bad, but I think I can do better. I added sand to the water, and tried again. Well. That worked. I had accidentally sliced through the side of the trough while scrubbing it clean.

Using [Water Manipulation], I filled the trough up with fresh water and climbed in, taking Vixen with me. Ignoring her struggles, and loud shrieks at the freezing water. I used jets of water to scrub every inch of myself clean, then I held Vixen down, and carefully blasted every inch of her body, both inside and out, until I was satisfied that she was completely clean.

I pulled the shivering and exhausted foxkin out, she had finally given up on protesting. I used [Flesh Shaping] for a deep understanding of her exact physical condition. Good. She is completely clean. Unfortunately, the aftershocks are settling down. Such a shame, I loved the way she writhed and m.o.a.n.e.d. Especially when I lingered between her legs, causing her to suffer through several aftershocks, while I blasted water inside her. She was bruised and scrubbed raw. Even her increased toughness wasn't enough to stop [Water Manipulation] once I started using sand to scrub her clean. Interesting. Using [Heal], I repaired her body.

The first step to winning the great game is becoming an adventurer. Once I'm an adventurer, I can form groups, and share my experience with my pets. Leaving my lair with nothing was a lesson I've taken to heart. This time I'll be properly prepared, and take everything I need with me.

Belatedly, I remembered she had asked a few questions earlier.

"I almost forgot to answer your earlier questions. Yes, it's happening because of yesterday. The aftershocks of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e have already mostly stopped, and you are my s.e.xy little assassin. So yes, I fixed your stats."

Only a [Priest] or [Priestess] can spend character points, or view character sheets, so I brought hers up, and shared it with her. Her jaw dropped, and she collapsed to the ground in complete and utter shock. "I also made some changes to your body." She was still gaping in shock when I headed into the forest without saying another word.

***

Monsters taste far better than lesser creatures, probably because of the traces of mana in their flesh. I ignored deer, rabbits, and even the occasional bear. It's time to enjoy a real feast. I'd love another Greater Polar Bear, but I haven't seen one since I left my lair. Several hours later, I scented prey, and smiled. It had destroyed an old stone home, flattened the walls, and pushed the broken stone into the shallows of a meandering river. Moss covered stones sitting in a few inches of water make a surprisingly beautiful lair. Nothing like the cave I expected to find. Unlike the lesser monsters, the Greater Forest Drake knew how dangerous I was as soon as it picked up my scent. At first it tried to run, but I followed. A few casts of [Holy Smite] crippled it. I stalked forward, still casting, and ended it's life on the fifth cast.

You have gained a level. (Note: Experience limitation of one level per event triggered.)

It was time to spend some character points. [Storage Magic] is far to useful for me to continue as I had been. Either I upgrade [Storage Magic], or I leave some gold here. As long as I don't feed in dragon form, that's at least a month's worth of food for the two of us. Having a place to store supplies and equipment outside of time is nearly priceless. [Holy Smite] is strong for it's rank, at least with my stats, but it took far too many casts to bring the drake down. [Water Manipulation] has amazing potential. Just remember what happened when used jet of sandy water. In the end, I decided to leave [Holy Smite] at rank one, but I upgraded the other two all the way up to rank four.

Upgraded [Water Manipulation I] to [Water Manipulation IV]. Cost: 14 Character Points.

Upgraded [Storage Magic III] to [Storage Magic IV]. Cost: 8 Character Points.

My expanded [Storage Magic] had room for the Greater Forest Drake with plenty of room left over for provisions.

***

I pulled the Greater Forest Drake from storage, and left it in the courtyard while I tracked down Vixen. A complicated mix of emotional scents lead me to her. She looked like a child wearing her oversized mothers clothes. Staring at herself in a small mirror, Vixen stroked where the scar once ran across her muzzle. Our eyes met, and an explosion of awe threaded with deep frustration and fear filled the room. I love being able to smell emotions. Her awe smells sweet, like a candied apple. Vixen seems overwhelmed, and as skittish as a timid deer.

Vixen said, "I was the most useless rogue in existence, but now… My stats are incredible! And [Powerful Existence]? It outright DOUBLES character points. I'm only level four, and I'm already the strongest [Rogue] I've ever seen. I wish you had made me taller, but that's a small price to pay for fixing that scar, and making me so beautiful.

"After all of that, you gave me an ability from the [P.r.o.s.t.i.t.u.t.e] class, and then spent almost all my character points on it! How could you do something so stupid!" by the end, she was shouting in frustration.

Furious, I growled, then lunged forward and grabbed her by the neck. She screamed. Pets should treat their owners with respect, and certainly shouldn't yell at them. Lesson time. With her increased toughness, she wasn't nearly as fragile as she had been, so I charged forward, and slammed her through the stone wall. Her breath exploded from her lungs. Twisting and pulling at my arm, she tried to free herself. Even in my humanoid form, I completely outclassed her. I ripped the clothes from her body. The heady scent of fear burst from her. She was wide eyed, bruised, and bloody. But a 50+ toughness isn't just for show. I pulled her back through the wall, and slammed her through again. Then I did it again. And again. Still growling, I slammed her through the wall one final time.

I threw her through the door, and kicked her feet out from under her when she tried to scramble away. Then flipped her onto her back, and stepped on her c.h.e.s.t. I crouched down low and hissed into an ear. "Pet. I own you. You have no points, because they are my points. What's wrong with spending my points on an ability specifically designed to increase my p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e? Any other complaints?"

She frantically shook her head. I checked her over with [Flesh Shaping], and decided she didn't need healing. Nothings broken, and with her new toughness, these bruises and scr.a.p.es will heal in just a few hours. It's a good lesson for her. She needs and instinctive understanding of how tough she is now anyway.

I helped her to her feet, and showed her the five foxkin sized holes we had left on the wall. Her shock was nearly tangible.

"How did I survive? I didn't feel any healing magic," she asked.

"Have you forgotten already? I didn't just fix your agility. You also have a toughness of 54. That's well past any normal mortal. How do you feel?"

"Like a horse threw me. Bruised and sore, but nothing feels broken." she said.

I should explain what's going on. An informed pet is more useful than an ignorant one, right now maximizing her usefulness is fairly important.

"I'm Kolra's champion. A demigod. My primary goal is to complete the labyrinth. I'm going to acquire many pets, and the strongest of you will explore dungeons with me. We will become the most powerful group of adventures the world has ever known."

I continued to explain the [Great Game], that all the other gods were our enemies, and they had their own champions, all of whom were also demigods. Then I explained the her stats were about the same as most demigods, but her skills were far weaker.

"Now, let's go to the courtyard. We have a monster to butcher. Then we will spend a few hours cooking dozens of hot meals to preserve with storage magic. Then we will search the keep for anything worth taking, and head to Gravestead, where we will join the adventurers guild. Any questions?"

She seemed completely overwhelmed. So I patted her on the head, and pushed her towards the courtyard. Several hours later, the sun was high in the sky, and we had eaten, packed, and looted the keep.

Vixen had found something for us to wear. It was just peasant clothing. She still looked like she was wearing her mothers clothes, but we were traveling to a major city, and I didn't want to attract attention. At least not until we joined the adventurers guild, and I became Kolra's high priestess.

We headed down the road towards Gravestead.

Vixen had become silent and thoughtful. She constantly watched me from the corner of her eyes. Nervously, she finally asked, "I don't want to make you angry, but I don't understand. I should be an amazing [Rogue], yet you defeated me quickly and easily. My agility is 101. Even if I didn't win, you shouldn't have been able to lay a hand on me."

I let out a feral grin.

And showed her my stats.

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Name: Ciarra

Level: 3 => 4

Race: Primordial Dragon (Frost)

Gender: Female

Class: Priestess

Character Points: 18 => 26 => 4

Ability Scores:

Strength: 101

Agility: 101

Toughness: 124

Mind: 101

Will: 123

Special Abilities:

[Powerful Existence] - Character points gained on level up are doubled.

[Unarmed Combat I] - You are skilled in fighting without a weapon.

[Tracking I] - You are skilled in tracking down prey

Magical Spells:

[Holy Smite I] - Holy damage to a single target. Range: Sight.

[Heal I] - Heal single target. Range: Touch

Rank Up => [Storage Magic IV] - Spacial Magic capable of storing anything caster owns. Time does not pass for stored items. Range: 10 feet

Rank Up => [Water Manipulation IV] - You control water. Range: 35 feet.

Demigod Abilities (Unique):

[Godling] - Has the potential to become a god.

[Champion of Kolra] - Character points gained on level up are doubled.

[Flesh Shaping X] - Permanently alter targets body. Range: Touch

[Empathic Scenting X] - All emotions cause subtle changes in body chemistry, and you can detect them all. Range: Special

[Empathic Sensuality X] - Share sensations with your lovers. Range: Touch

[S.e.x.u.a.l Insight X] - You understand the most secret fantasies and s.e.x.u.a.l d.e.s.i.r.es of your target, even things they have not admitted to themselves. Target: Sight

Draconic Abilities:

[Dragon Form VI] - You can shapeshift into a dragon at will.

[Dragons Breath VI] - Frost based breath weapon. Works in both humanoid and dragon forms. Dragon form greatly increases range and damage. Range: 25 foot cone.

[Tremorsense VII] - You sense subtle vibrations through the ground allowing you to pinpoint it's source and likely cause.

[Magesense VII] - You sense the flow of magic around you.

[Dragon Armor X] - Your scales block all but the most powerful of attacks.

[Thermal Immunity X] - You are immune to all forms of thermal damage.

[Protected Mind VII] - You are highly resistant to all forms of mental attacks.

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She studied them as we continued silently walking down the road. Awe, fear, and l.u.s.t radiated from her, the combination was incredibly intoxicating. Eventually she broke the silence with a timid whisper.

"Twice my stats, and six rank ten abilities. I'll never have a chance of beating you." I don't reply, and we continue walking for a little longer. A thread of resignation blended with the other scents.

I check her over with [Flesh Shaping] again. I was right. It's almost as though she is mildly addicted to me. Even at her most angry and terrified, the scent of l.u.s.t hasn't left her all day. It doesn't seem to be getting stronger or weaker, she's just in a constant state of arousal, all focused on me. It's just l.u.s.t, nothing overwhelming, but I enjoy knowing she's always wet for me.

"Kolra's the Goddess of Domination and Control isn't she?"

"Yes," I said.

She took a deep breath, then asked, "If I completely submitted myself to your domination, and actively tried my best to serve you, what would happen to me? I don't just want to know about today, I also want to know about after I'm old and ugly?"

If she completely submits, would I be honor bound to do anything? A little, I suppose. Still thinking, I reply, "Lots of s.e.x. Often rough. Sometimes painful. But I'll make sure you receive healing if you need it." That seems reasonable. I'll end up with other pets that can heal, so I'll just make sure they heal each other if needed.

"As for old age, have you forgotten what I am? [Flesh Shaping] can be used to reverse aging. Serve me well, and you'll serve for eons. Perhaps forever.

"You are also my little assassin, and will be part of my adventuring party, unless I replace you with someone else."

She fell several steps behind, then ran a few steps to catch back up. "I don't know if I should weep and rage at the gods, or fall on my knees and beg them to bless you."

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, her resignation turned into acceptance.

We continued down the old road, and Vixen moved closer with every few steps. Soon she was walking next to me, our bodies almost touching. Without looking at me, she took my hand and kissed it.

"I belong to you."

Their wasn't a trace of reluctance or resistance.

Just awe, fear, and l.u.s.t.

Without a word, I lashed my tail around her waist, and lifted her into my arms. Nuzzling her neck, I breathed in deeply, losing myself in Vixen's heady scent. This feels so right. Her awe at my glory, and the way she both l.u.s.t for and fears my touch.

I whispered in her ear, "When we reach Gravestead and find an inn, I'm going to make you scream. Perhaps in p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. Perhaps in pain. Perhaps both."

Vixen shivered against me.

"Yes, Ciarra."