Chapter 744: Luck (1/2)
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[Talent— Exotic Escort— initiated. The average statistical value available to be absorbed and the abilities are listed.
Name: Morgan Le Fay
Talent: Hoarder
Physique: F-
Mental: D+
Energy: F+
Luck: —
Abilities: [Grandmaster Magician: S-]
]
Nik blinked.
Morgan's entire arsenal was easily summed into a single ability, or insight, to be precise.
Grandmaster Magician, or Grand-Magician if going through the RPG sense of terms.
This was also his first time coming across an insight as an ability. He knew that Elizabeth, Shigure, and Saeko had grown into master swordsman later but he could never use the Exotic Escort on them again. Not that it mattered now. But seeing the insight up for grabs, Nik felt an involuntary sense of greed.
”Holy shit...,” Nik mumbled, breaking out of his stupor as Morgan observed Nik's reaction to entirety. While she had imagined feeling disgust if Nik showed greed towards her skill, observing the side of envy in his gaze, Morgan only felt pleased by herself.
”What does it say?” Morgan inquired, curiosity oozing in her tone as Nik took a moment before answering and checked out the talent.
[Hoarder: The inability to throw out items of low use and inefficiency due to high, irrational attachment.]
”It says you have a Grandmaster-level of insight in the concept of Magic. Spellcasting and such, I assume. But don't know what it is until I actually try it out but before that...” feeling the slightest shift in Nik's intention as he slowly pushed Morgan against the wall, his hand resting on her waist, ”Where is your stash?”
”My what?” Morgan frowned.
Instead of replying, Nik leaned forward. Today was a big achievement for him. The ability to persuade Morgan into having her give the go for [Exotic Escort] meant that he had earned the right to have more fun with her. He still had quite a lot of fun before but right now, it felt exhilarating.
As his lips brushed against Morgan, his heavy breaths sending a wave of expectation throughout Morgan, Nik retrieved his most trusted weapon.
[Soul Ruler: S-]
Morgan shuddered with excitement yet her gaze revealed an intentional look of conflict.
”I don't know... what you might be on about.”
Easily, the couple had forgotten that they were supposed to regrow a body from a dried finger in Morgan's possession and train Nik's temporal manipulation alongside gaining more insight about [Tychokinesis: B].
Gazing at the thin, metallic ruler, Morgan took a deep breath as she waited. Of course, suppressing her surprise that Nik might even imagine she had a hidden stash to her name, Morgan observed his expression worsening; clearly displeased by her answer.
”Oh, how easily you lie,” Nik sighed with a tone of heavy disappointment. Turning Morgan around easily, Nik let her back face him. Within moments, his hands slid down from Morgan's waist to the side of her butt cheeks. With her dress being overly exposing, he easily shifted away from the slanted cuts of her dress that reached a little above her thighs and pinched her perky ass all the while pressing himself against her, his cock poking into the valley of her ass while Morgan's breathing grew heavier, her hands pressed against the wall as she enjoyed the feeling of Nik oozing lust for her.
”Where is it?” As if he had returned to his demonic self, Nik leaned over and whispered into Morgan's ears, grabbing the iron ruler floating mid-air, Nik's right palm slithered forward and pressed the side of the cold ruler against Morgan's chest. ”Don't make me turn you into my slave again,” his whispers itself imbued with his pheromones, making Morgan's eyes hazier by the second while her ass grounded itself against Nik, relishing the chance to be plowed again.
Feeling the ruler against her chest, she gasped, expecting herself under Nik's control for the time being once again— the only time she enjoyed losing her free mind, in fact— but the familiar sensation of absolute demand did not cage her mind and thoughts, instead, Nik smiled, ”Now that you're under my control, I'll ask you once again. Where is the stash?”
Experiencing firsthand how devious Nik was being, Morgan finally found a little truth about herself. Her lips dried slightly but from the expectations of being controlled denied yet being demanded to lose her own control herself, she truly felt conflicted now. Should she actually play along with Nik, it would be the same as handing her entire existence to Nik. After all, both of them knew that the entire thing was a sham.
Nik hadn't enslaved Morgan.
”I—” before she could continue, her gasp broke her words as she felt Nik softly digging into her neck, his jaws drawing her blood as the pain in this scenario made her infectious to more pleasure. Her thighs were soaked as Nik's fingers slowly dug into her ass, firmly gripping her special place while his other hand traced the edge of the ruler to her lower abdomen, prodding her erect clit with the debauched scale through her outfit.
”Careful now, I'll find out when you lie,” Nik whispered.
”It's... hidden inside the treasury of my cult...” Morgan bit her lips, finally giving up the control; for temporary or not, she did not know.
”Good,” Nik licked the wound over her neck, his saliva acting as a direct aphrodisiac entering her bloodstream as Morgan felt her body growing hotter, a natural blush forming over her cheeks and shoulders.
Letting go of Morgan, Nik crouched and place the ruler on the ground, upright. Standing back up, Nik clapped.
”Face me,” his command clear as Morgan turned once again. Her nipples poking through her erotic dress while she looked down to see the ruler directly underneath her, the tip pointing against her wet and luscious pussy lips.
”Crouch. Careful, I don't want you on your knees. And make sure to get that in your snatch,” Nik pointed with a lewd smile as Morgan averted her green eyes away. But getting this far, she truly wanted something out of the entire fiasco, and feeling that she would get to enjoy herself soon enough, Morgan slowly crouched. With Nik controlling the ruler, she wasn't afraid of the ruler tilting and finally, after a few adjustments, Morgan felt the item entering her gripping snatch. The shape, the thickness, the warmth... she felt the demonic ruler lacking in everything.
It wasn't comparable to Nik and after a round with him, Morgan knew that nothing could really fill her the way Nik did.
As she slowly grew adjusted to the feeling, Nik was already naked by now. Truly, Pickle saved Nik more time in undressing than anything he had ever acquired.
Seeing his bulge pointing towards the ceiling with a perfect 60° angle, Morgan gulped, his scent already overpowering her senses. Her mind.
”Raise your hands,” Nik smiled.
Once Morgan's arms were raised, Nik clutched them and pushed them against the wall, meanwhile, he leaned forward, almost pressing the back of his cock against Morgan's cheeks.
By now, Morgan had already understood Nik's intentions. With her hands already in his captivity, she could only use her mouth to bring the both of them to an orgasm, or use her magical prowess but that would just make the entire situation less challenging.
Gulping a globe of saliva that almost drooled from the corner of her lips in preparations to lube her throat, Morgan stretched forward as a thin trail of blood dripped down to her bosom from above her collarbone. Her lips kissed Nik's erection in an effort to show her gratitude for the meal she would soon receive and opened her maws equally threatening as her soaked cunt. Her innards twitching slightly as her tongue rolled out and she got to work.
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”Haaa... haaa!” Morgan lied on her mattress with Nik lying beside her, both showing a refreshed expression as Morgan felt Nik purifying her body from the outside before leaning down and kissing her lips.
”You can always kiss me without cleaning. A little bit of your own taste will not hurt you,” Morgan acted coy, linking her arm with Nik as he smiled.
”Never get high on your own supply.”