C46-Fox Whisperer

Name: Aizel Kadashi | Age: 19 | Level: 42

Title: Gold-rank Hunter (S-)

SE: 0 | HP: 541

Race: Crimson Were-dragon

Redvelia — Lazy Hunter's tavern.

「 Early night, of his 36th day on Geas. 」

The girls and Aizel were having a quick bite after their responsibilities at the guild were dealt with. Lisa and Vanessa had found a nice tavern during their little date, at least when it came to the shitty standards of Redvelia, there was even a dude hitting a drum with some semblance of rhythm in the back.

"Do you think it will work?" Vanessa asked him, referring to the whole siege-raid.

"Yeah. The only part that has me worried is the luring itself."

"Why? You worried a certain blonde cheetah might get hurt?" Lisa teased.

"Among other things." Aizel had to admit. There was no lying to her, so he chose to dodge the subject. "If anything, I'm more worried about the lower ranks participating. If one of those idiots gets lost, or chooses to keep the equipment like scrolls, potions, or boosters to make more silver. They will be fucked. We can't cover that much area at once."

"I don't think they will have much trouble. They are all scouts, and the boosters will help them escape." Lisa tried to put his mind at ease.

"Why didn't we drag the lures ourselves, Aiz? We can just hang them from the air with rope or something." Valerie asked.

"I thought about that. It was the first idea, but you need to be rested for the actual siege part. Besides, if one of you gets hurt from a spear or something, the whole raid loses a lot of fighting power. As crude as it sounds, we can afford losing a couple of rabbits. Also, the lures are more effective when carried by someone, since their smell gets mixed in."

"And it's safer for us since you will always be close…" Valerie said in a teasing tone.

"Yeah…" He admitted.

"What happened to the were-leopard? Did she accept her role or continue throwing a fit?" Vanessa asked.

"Mira ended up agreeing to help the turtle formations. I really don't understand why she kept wanting to fuck with the plan. She just kept throwing idiotic ideas around… I understand she's Mithril and one of only two with the highest ranks. But that doesn't mean she can just fuck with all the planning that was already in place.

I don't know how she got her rank. But strategy was certainly not part of it. I'm not a good strategist. That's why most of the plan was left to those with experience. I just gave them Ideas and advice. But even I can see how stupid some of her suggestions were."

"Well… I think I know just the thing you need to release some of that tension, love." Lisa bit her lip, not even trying to hide her lust.

'All I want to do is ask them if it's all right. I know I'm annoying them at this point, but it's still weird to know how the three of them want me to fuck another woman. Especially knowing what she does, or how it will probably be a one-night thing.'

"Did you agree to a price in the end? Does she want me to restore her virginity or something, Lis?

"No. I think she doesn't care about any kind of transaction. All she wants is to be with you… Well, any blood-mage really."

"Are we that rare?" Aizel asked. The thought of how Lisa was similar to her but with dragons crossed his mind. 'Well. At least Lisa was not a brotherhood's slut…'

"Yeah. But she was looking for a 'brute' blood-mage. Not just any blood mage. That's even rarer. Remember that we have only come across a few blood goblinoids. You are the equivalent of both a blood-shaman and blood-brute."

"Yeah. You don't fit into the usual categories anymore." Valerie added.

The whole tavern grew silent. Aizel's (Detect) and senses felt some kind of presence clad in metal entering the hall. He did not even need to turn around to know that a group of the new guards had just walked in.

"Please tell me the ones I bullied are not among them, girls. I'm really not in the mood to deal with armored snails right now."

"I'm not even going to ask how you know who walked in. But no, love. Those are new to me," Lisa said while looking back.

It was really annoying. Aizel might not like the infrastructure of the savages. But they knew how to have fun and create a good ambiance to relax. These newcomers were disrupting the peace just by being themselves.

"Table for five. Wench." They heard one of the men order.

A wave of lightning washed over the tavern, coming from everyone. Whether it was out of collective anger or simple annoyance was not something Aizel could tell just from that. This was not some restaurant where you were assigned a table. You went inside and took a seat anywhere you wanted. Then someone came in to see what you wanted to eat or drink. The way he said 'wench' was also a little diminishing. The term was not offensive. It was all in the tone.

"Sit wherever." The tavern girl said. Probably with a shrug, since she turned and kept tending to her tables, and he was not looking at them.

"Are they just idiots? Half this tavern is seen as the highest form of authority in Redvelia. It's in the freaking name." Vanessa said as she looked around.

"The entire tavern is dedicated to the lifeblood of the town, Nessa. I don't understand how that is so hard to figure out for this lot." Valerie added with a frown.

"Well. The mood is dead. Let's go see if your vessel is ready, love." Lisa got up. Not even waiting to see if they were following after her.

Aizel found out how the term 'cum-vessel' was used to describe a lot of things. Just like wench, it all depended on the context and tone. Lisa had proudly said that she was his 'first cum-vessel.' Vanessa and Valerie did not even react to that. But he found it extremely erotic.

— — —

Name: Nadia | Age: 26 | Level: 124

Title: Gold-rank Huntress (S+)

Race: Were-Fox

Redvelia — Silver Squirrels Inn.

「 It was the last night before Redvelia's insane raid…」

Nadia chose the sexiest clothes she had. High-heeled boots. Tight high stockings that made a small bump of skin at their end. A short skirt with black lace panties; both of them were for show, as they did not prevent access to her or even cover that much. A black lace bra with vertical slits that left her nipples free. A thin white shirt cropped below her breasts. And a tight leather necklace that looked more like the collar around a bitch than an accessory. Needing only the leash that she had only offered to a couple of men before.

"How do I look, Melv?" She asked Melvin. The small man in all senses of the word had already his tiny dick out and was trying to cum while frantically beating himself. Only two fingers were needed to bring him to climax.

"Like a fox-goddess-made woman manifested from the Sun's hall." He said as he came on the floor. It was amazing how he could release a lot of seed from such a tiny tool.

"I still don't get it. If you wanted a large dick with a knot, you can always ask me. And you are willing to pay him?… That is a first." Douglas. Their tank, Wolf-Man said, a little depressed.

"I've told you already," Nadia said as she added her gold bracelets, necklace, and hairpins. "And we haven't agreed to anything yet."

"Holy Gremlin, you are going all out. You have not even seen this man." Douglas said, his gaze lost on her body.

Nadia shrugged. "If he's ugly or smells like a goblin. I will turn around and move on."

"Well. You can count on us if things get ugly." Cassian said while Erik nodded.

"Thanks, guys. I don't think you have to worry about me; there is no way a bad man would be married to beauties like the ones we saw in the tavern, nor would they behave as they did." Nadia adjusted her skirt. Making sure a bit of her ass was sticking out, but not enough to give the whole Inn a free look.

"By the way, we really need to buy a proper looking glass. Now that Melv has a large ring of holding, we can save up for other stuff." Nadia added, struggling to see her reflection on the fogged silver of the looking glass in their room.

"I think a timeless ring should come first." Cassian, their scribe and silver keeper, said.

"Yeah. I agree." Melvin said, becoming melancholic after releasing his seed on the floor. "But it will be faster now. We can carry a horse load of non-perishables on the new ring."

"Heh. Horse load." Nadia chuckled.

"By the way, what happened with the equine-kin when I went whoring around two moons ago?" Douglas asked.

"He smelled even worse than the were-dog that approached me a moon ago," Nadia said. Almost gagging at the memory of the Were-Horse. "He's the fifth equine-kin I decline. I think all horsies are incompatible with me."

"I'll never understand your nose, Nadia. That were-dog was really good-looking; he also looked strong; must be high silver." Douglas said. "I wanted to offer him some coin to let me mount him, but then you began to act all crazy at the mention of the blood-mage."

"Yeah. It's a shame he smelled like dried goblin corpse." Nadia said. "If I envy something about your kin, it is that you don't have to deal with the disgusting smells of towns when you are not in your Dire Wolf form."

"Well. I envy how easy it is for you to charm any—"

Knock — Knock — Knock

"Excuse me. Your party has guests, Miss…Nadia. They are waiting in the lobby." The muffled voice of one of the Inn's wenches came through the door.

"Well. I will try to knot that one; see you tomorrow at noon, since the Hunter Master said that the raid would only begin later in the afternoon." Douglas said.

"You don't wanna watch?" Melvin asked.

Nadia did not let Douglas respond and spoke up. "Can you wait until after I meet him? I'll give you a discount."

"Oh. I forgot for a moment that this might be a dangerous client. Sorry. I will stay; no need for a discount, Nadia. You are worth every coin."

Erik finally spoke up. "Why do people always assume that Nadia is the leader? We are called Erik's brotherhood, not Nadia's bitches."

"Pfff." "Ha-haha." "Someone's jealous." Melvin, Cassian, and Douglas almost spat on the floor from laughter.

"Oh. He's jealous, but not at what he said. You know how this one gets whenever Nadia is into someone for something more than silver." Cassian said while licking his tusks. Begging Erik for a verbal sparring.

Erik didn't say anything and checked his belt. He released the strap of his mana sword in case he needed to remove heads.

— — —

Nadia descended from the Inn's third floor. She did not even need to finish walking downstairs to know that this was what she had been looking for all these years.

Manly, strong, powerful, healthy. The smell of a male invaded her nose before she laid eyes upon its owner. Her (Focus) called on its own. A scent of roses, metal shavings, and sweet liquor was added to his mix. It was the scent of females, two of those she had already felt in the tavern. However, they were now mixed in with his. He was rooted within them, and the opposite was true.

Then she saw him. He was as tall as Douglas. His body was lean but filled with shredded muscles that looked dense and powerful, almost like a goblinoid, with none of the disgusting details. His eyes were wise; it reminded Nadia of the Grand Priest, yet he was young, younger than any of his party.

"Holy shit, girls." The man said.

"You like her, love?" Lisa, one of the women she met in the tavern, said. Nadia had never been with another woman. She had never been interested. But this one was making her want to try.

"She's just a couple blue wings short of perfection." The man added. It was an odd saying; Nadia had no clue what he meant by that.

"Oh… What is the verdict, Nessa? It was a weird truth for me." Lisa asked Vanessa, the redhead married to both. And the other woman who was making her question her own sexuality.

"He's playing with us. He likes her, but not as much as Neine." Vanessa said. Again, Nadia had no idea what they were talking about.

"Hm… I like her. I approve." A smaller woman with fair skin and hair blacker than night said.

'She must be the third wife they spoke of. Why are they all so beautiful? They were not joking when they said that this man had no need for the likes of me.'

Nadia shivered as a deep chill overtook her. A primal fear made the hairs on her arms stand on end. There was a shift in the world's aura. The man was doing something. He was using some skill. Normally, she would alert the others to that. Like a shaman trying to ambush them. However, he wasn't showing any signs of hostility.

"Hello, Miss Nadia. I'm Aizel Kadashi. It's a pleasure to meet you. My wives tell me that you were looking for a blood mage."

Aizel took her hand and kissed it. Nadia shivered again. Was he some kind of noble? That was not a family or clan name she had ever heard before.

"He's not a noble." The small woman said. Making Aizel turn towards her with a raised brow.

"I felt like that was what she must be thinking." The small woman shrugged.

"Most people think that, love," Lisa added.

Aizel turned towards her once more before speaking. "Sorry. I'm not a noble." He shrugged. Her hand was still being held by him. It was a soft and delicate hold that made Nadia's body warm up.

"I don't mind," Nadia said.

"Hey. No offense, man. But we need to confirm that you are a blood-mage and not a swindler." Erik said. His tone cold and defiant.

Aizel did not even look at Erik, his eyes fixed on Nadia's. The low light and shine of Night Sight had masked the color of his eyes. But once Aizel glanced to his sides. His Night Sight changed color. It went from shining yellow to shining pink, then glow ing red.

"D-Dragon…" Nadia muttered.

"Yeah? I thought they told you." He nodded back to his women; they were just staring and giggling while whispering to each other.

"Did you not hear me, lizard? Prove you are a blood-mage." Erik pressed. Nadia wanted to hit him in that moment. She had forgotten to warn them that this man could distort the world's aura like a grand priest.

Aizel did not respond. Getting close to Nadia. He sniffed and wrinkled his nose, making a disgusted expression and glancing at her party.

"I need to purify your body if we are to proceed. Miss. Why don't I do both? Clean that grime off you, and prove to that little man that I'm a blood-mage. If… That's all right with you."

It was outrageous. Unthinkable even. A scroll with that skill was worth five platinum, half a royal. She carried one just in case a disgusting client lied to her. Or if her nose missed something nasty. How could someone so young be capable of such a thing? Unfortunately, it was too expensive; she had to save for some time to buy her precious scroll.

"I… That's too much. I can't afford it." Nadia's ears dropped, laying flat against her head.

"I'm not charging you for it. Call it a gesture of good faith." Aizel said in a sultry voice. Her nipples hardened against her thin shirt. He did not glance down to take a peek. However, by the way his nostrils moved, she knew he could feel the slight increase in her arousal.

Nadia's ears stood up once more. Then she nodded.

Aizel got close to her ear and whispered: "~Purifica, Restoradis…"

Nadia's whole body was engulfed in a purple flame. She heard the others screaming something but did not move, weirdly enough. The flame was not burning her; its warmth felt nostalgic and caring. There was not a single part of her body without its touch. It cleaned her skin better than the warm springs of shepherd's land, exfoliating her with more dexterity and care than the little fishies from the horn waterfalls.

He was not lying when he mentioned purifying her body. The flame got inside of her. It slithered inside her mouth, ass, and sex. All the way to her uterus. It felt as if some warm breeze was cleaning her from within; she could sense how her own smell was changing. The flame was slowly removing all trace of her body's encounters.

She could feel her sex slowly tightening up. As if she had just woken up and had not laid with a male for a fortnight.

'Restore,' Nadia thought. That skill was even more expensive than Purify. Its cost in person was the same as the Purifying scroll. A scroll with Restore could go for a full royal.

Nadia realized that she was using (Focus) to a new degree. Her body was absorbing his mana and using it to power her skill. 'Is this the power of blood mana? But why is it purple?'

The flame disappeared. She realized that the whole experience had taken less than a breath until after she exhaled.

"Miss Nadia. Tell your pets to chill the fuck out. They just gave me justification to pull out their entrails without breaking the hunter's vow." Aizel growled.

Nadia looked back.

All four men were tied up with red strings made out of mana. There were some other skills keeping them in place and holding their mouths. Douglas was tied up so tight that he could not call up to his Dire Wolf side. Cassian and Melvin could not move more than a hair. Erik, as much as he said he only liked women, looked to be enjoying being restrained like that.

"I'm fine, guys. Thanks for…" Nadia began to speak. But then she realized something. All of that mana belonged to Aizel. And his women had not even reacted to what others would use as justification to throw a fit.

"How— How are you restraining my party? They are all gold-rank!"

"It would take a Mithril-rank party to make me break a sweat." Aizel shrugged.

'He's so fucking hot… If it wasn't for my promise to Donovan, I would be asking him to take me into his harem… Well, I still need to see his dick and how good he's with it.'

"Sorry for their behavior. They are my protectors and friends." Nadia bowed a little. Not too much; she was not going to bend over for Aizel, yet.

"I will release you lot. If you try to attack me again, I will turn you into soul energy. Since the Temple pays scraps for binds. And I'm not looking for male slaves." Aizel shrugged and released her party.

"Holy Gremlin, that was something else. Sir Hunter. Are you interested in being mounted? Or mounting me? I'm into both males and females. Also giving and taking." Douglas asked without a drop of shame in his tone. The others were still massaging their bodies where the mana strings once were.

'C'mon, Erik. I know you also want the same. Hehe.' Nadia thought.

"Sorry, man. I'm only into women. And before you ask and make me angry. My wives are not for sale."

"I would never even suggest that, Sir Hunter. I've found that males, especially strong ones like you, rarely get offended when—"

"Gremlin licker! Goblin spawn—" Erik spoke up. Quite out of character for him. Almost confirming Nadia's suspicions, since there was a small smile that only those close to him would even know was there. It only showed up once Aizel's red mana construct reappeared around Erik's neck.

"Dude… Really?" Aizel chuckled.

Nadia was getting horny. The sight of the first man she ever laid with being subdued with ease. Of one of the strongest males she had seen being treated as the slut he denied being was sending shivers down her spine. The warmth between her legs made her pubic zone sensitive. Even her thin, open panties felt like sandpaper at her increasing tenderness.

"Aizel. Please, release Erik. I will do whatever you want if you spare him." Nadia said playfully. She did not mean that. It was a simple test for the man. To see if he could distinguish between fantasy and reality.

The sweet smile across his face told her he was not an animal, but a man who knew how to play. He released Erik, and Nadia could swear there was disappointment across Erik's face.

"Careful, pretty fox. Last time someone made me that offer, I took everything." His sultry breath graced her face. She inhaled, letting his warm air combine with her body.

"C— Can I watch?" The idiot of Melvin asked, breaking that little moment they had going on. Aizel and his wives chuckled.

"Hmm," Aizel growled. "I don't know. It depends… Girls, are you joining us? If you are, then it's up to you. I don't mind."

Douglas spoke up before anyone else. "Well. I was serious before; I will go ask the wench. If she declines, then I'm off to the pleasure houses. May the moon keep you, Nadia. Until tomorrow."

"Bye! Thanks for… Well, trying." Nadia waved, and Douglas chuckled. Aizel's wives were discussing something among themselves. And Aizel could not take his eyes off her. Making her pussy begin to swell more with every beat of her heart, her lust almost dripping down her thighs.

'I just want to bend over right here! Hurry up, everyone!' Nadia went to Melvin and asked for her leash. Attaching it to her collar with shaking hands.

Erik spoke up. "Hey, Cassian. Want to share a whore?"

"Sure. Lead the way. May the moon keep you, Nadia, Melvin. Sleep late. Remember what the Hunter Master said."

"Get tired tonight, but be sure to rest. That shit will last a while. He was not joking." Aizel added and nodded at them as if they were old friends, and not hunters he was about to strangle a moment ago. They nodded back with a lot of respect. Making Nadia even hornier.

'Did this gremlin licker make me more sensitive down there? Even squeezing my pussy feels amazing.'

Aizel's wives finished speaking among themselves, and Lisa spoke up. "We will be doing our thing, love. We will only taste her if you leave anything for us. Remember she's a mortal woman, and how many moons it took Kira to get used to you. We don't mind the little man over there watching. Well… I would love to see him pass out from jealousy."

"You were born in the wrong race. Nasty demon… It's alright. I will restore her if she gets too tired. Unlike Kira, I will try to breed this one in a single night."

"B— Breed? Aizel, I…" Nadia was shocked. She had always used a scroll of infertility. But she could not deny that she wanted him. All of him. Before she or Melvin could speak, Aizel added something she could not say 'no' to.

In a flash of red flames, he grew scales over his forearms, long black horns, and a pair of wings behind him.

"Hey, it's lizard-dick!" They heard a man yell from across the hall. No one had said a thing until now. Hunters were known for being loud and rough among each other.

"Careful, girls!" "Hey, my sister was watching ass face!" "He found his clothes!"

Aizel removed his manifestations. Even looking a little ashamed.

"Sorry… Can we finish this conversation in private? Miss Nadia."

Nadia nodded. "Please. Call me Nadia… Here. We are in the last room of the third floor." She gave him the leash. She could feel her panties become damper by the moment.

He took her leash in his hand, still chuckling at what the people in the back were saying. Something about him being naked in public. Nadia was in a trance; even his smile was beautiful.

It took him a moment to finally understand what she had given him. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at her. Then he pulled. Bringing her closer to him. It was quite fun; he used just the right amount of strength to make her comply without hurting her.

Nadia inhaled deeply; the sounds of the Inn got drowned out once his smell flooded her system. She closed her eyes, got close to his chest, and almost lost herself in his presence.

She remembered the conversation she had with the priestess down in Sednira. How, after Nadia told her she was into Brutes. The priestess had told Nadia that she should look for a blood-mage. How they carried all the fun of a brute without the downsides for someone of her kin. Brutes were smelly and too rough. At that moment, even without taking off the little clothes she carried, Nadia knew the priestess was right.

Her trance was broken when a strong hand caressed her ass cheek. Giving it a soft and playful squeeze.

"Holy shit. Are you really walking around dressed like that?" Aizel asked.

"No. I just wear this when I want to get fucked." Nadia admitted.

He didn't reply. Tugged on her lashes and guided her to the stairs without moving.

"Walk before me. I want to see that nice ass from below."

She smiled and did just that. Her lust had already escaped her in the form of small drops of arousal running down her thighs, leaving wet lines that he could probably see as she moved upstairs. Even if she walked slowly while putting on a show for him, before she knew it, they were standing in front of their room on the third floor.

Without thinking much, she opened it and stood at its center. Waiting for Aizel and his women to get themselves comfortable. Melvin also had gotten in and chose to sit in the corner of the room on a wooden chair. By his behavior. He was probably feeling intimidated; whether it was because of Aizel or his wives was a coin toss. Normally, he would already have his dick out and be playing with himself at the thought of the woman he was obsessed with fucking another man. Not for silver, but pleasure.

"Aiz, do you mind?" The small woman asked.

"Sure, love." Before Nadia could even begin to know what they were speaking about. Aizel waved his hand, and the whole room was filled with a brief purple flame that cleaned it; it was the same skill he used before. But this time Nadia could not feel the flame. It was as if a specter had manifested and then disappeared.

"Holy… I really need to learn that one." Melvin said. But no one was paying attention to him.

"Tell me, Nadia. How do you want me?"

She turned her head to the side. That was something she usually asked, not the other way around.

"I… I don't know. I was about to ask you that."

"Well… I want all of you. Unlike the whores from my homeland. You are on a whole new level. After that little treatment, you smell brand new to me. The thing that really gets me off is to know that I'm the source of your pleasure."

He got close to her. It was something she used to think every male was into. But in the end, they all just wanted to use her body to please themselves. To hear him say that left her without words.

"We only have a few rules. The first one: you are the one in control. If I do something, anything, that makes you want to stop or pause. Say 'Red.' It's our safe word."

"Safe word? Why would—" The meaning of his words was clear to her before she even finished her question. "Aizel… I'm not into pain. Please don't hurt me."

He reached out to her face. She flinched. His hand softly caressed her cheek; it was gentle and warm. Something she would associate with little men and not the giant were-dragon in front of her. The dissonance was making her body warm with something more than lust.

"I wasn't implying I wanted to. Is just that these three weirdos sometimes love to do hardcore stuff. And I'm already used to being ready to help you out. I could hurt you by accident. But I'm ready to restore you if that comes to pass. I wanted to let you know how you can make me stop without question."

His words carried meaning. Yet most of them were drowned out and forgotten. "I just need to say 'Red,' and you will stop?"

"Yes. And in case you can't speak, be it because you have my dick in your mouth or whatever. Just move your head from side to side and try to mumble, 'no more.' Again, it's just a precaution. Something tells me that you are like me and are more into slow and caring stuff."

Nadia nodded.

"And for you. Whatever your name is." Aizel turned towards Melvin. "Please be careful. If a drop of your seed touches my women, things might get ugly. I'm not even threatening you. Is for your own safety; these three are Angels. Of the psycho, blood-lusting kind. They could kill you before I can save you."

Melvin glanced at the women and nodded. Now their beauty made sense; they were not simple elves as Nadia thought.