"This is the best swordsmith in all of Natar." Count Edmund smiled, as he led Kiara and Erenia to a very busy workshop located right in the City of Natar. The swords on offer were 'middle-game', as Edmund, or Lord Asmodeus, was one of the 'middle' bosses in the game. Kiara felt the armor was snug, and comfortable, the tentacles themselves injected a calming, slightly numbing fluid into her skin.
She didn't think anything was wrong, and that was the point. He had a feeling that he would have to 'break' Kiara over longer periods of time, so, the tentacle armor was something he hoped she would take with her.
Kiara looked at the weapons themselves, and had to admit they were actually quite good, though in terms of performance, just slightly better than her current one. The best sword she saw so far, was the one Count Edmund purchased from Sodenterlend.
"We can get one." Erenia said. "Just for the ceremony."
Kiara nodded, in the back of her mind, she stared at the Count and wondered what price her mother paid for it. Eventually, she narrowed down her choices to two. The blacksmith's apprentice then guided them to the back, where there were a few practice dummies.
She took a few swings with the two swords, and each time, the tentacle armor twisted and touched her right where she was most sensitive. She didn't feel it, of course, because the numbness had already sunk in. Then, Count Edmund took up one of the practice swords.
"Let's have a small duel." The Count offered. "It's one of the best ways to choose which one is better."
The Count wasn't at Kiara's level, but they were not going at it seriously. Just enough to get a feel for the weapons, but Edmund's intentions was to stimulate her body a little more, and he noticed her face gradually getting more flushed. Kiara noticed halfway through the second duel, that she was feeling hot, and weird fantasies involving the Count would suddenly pop up in her mind.
"Alright, we're done." The Count panted, exhausted. It really was quite tough trying to use a human body to keep up with the girl. If one of the fragments granted such a blessing, he would take it. "It's really tough to keep up with young people."
One of the old Blacksmiths present laughed. "Milord, we old'uns should get used to it."
***
Back in the manor, Kiara went for a bath again, and once more, she had that tingling sensation. This time, she managed to keep most of her mind together and finished the shower without touching herself excessively.
Yet that night, she had dreams of the Count and her engaging in intimate acts, thanks to the residual effects of the stimulants. It was a strange feeling that jolted her in the middle of the night, all sweaty, drenched and hot.
"What the hell am I fantasizing?" Kiara cursed, as she sat in her bedroom. "I don't even have such dreams of Aman!"
But she couldn't help herself, her body struggled to release the accumulated sensations and stimulants, and her brain was just so buzzed that she had to masturbate. As she fondled herself, Kiara couldn't help but keep imagining Count Edmund, and each time, she slapped herself.
"Dammit Kiara, why are you thinking about that stupid, evil old man!" She cursed, while one finger continued to relieve her desires down below.
HaremFantasies Alright, that's it for this week. I will return in about 7-10 days.
"This is the best swordsmith in all of Natar." Count Edmund smiled, as he led Kiara and Erenia to a very busy workshop located right in the City of Natar. The swords on offer were 'middle-game', as Edmund, or Lord Asmodeus, was one of the 'middle' bosses in the game. Kiara felt the armor was snug, and comfortable, the tentacles themselves injected a calming, slightly numbing fluid into her skin.
She didn't think anything was wrong, and that was the point. He had a feeling that he would have to 'break' Kiara over longer periods of time, so, the tentacle armor was something he hoped she would take with her.
Kiara looked at the weapons themselves, and had to admit they were actually quite good, though in terms of performance, just slightly better than her current one. The best sword she saw so far, was the one Count Edmund purchased from Sodenterlend.
"We can get one." Erenia said. "Just for the ceremony."
Kiara nodded, in the back of her mind, she stared at the Count and wondered what price her mother paid for it. Eventually, she narrowed down her choices to two. The blacksmith's apprentice then guided them to the back, where there were a few practice dummies.
She took a few swings with the two swords, and each time, the tentacle armor twisted and touched her right where she was most sensitive. She didn't feel it, of course, because the numbness had already sunk in. Then, Count Edmund took up one of the practice swords.
"Let's have a small duel." The Count offered. "It's one of the best ways to choose which one is better."
The Count wasn't at Kiara's level, but they were not going at it seriously. Just enough to get a feel for the weapons, but Edmund's intentions was to stimulate her body a little more, and he noticed her face gradually getting more flushed. Kiara noticed halfway through the second duel, that she was feeling hot, and weird fantasies involving the Count would suddenly pop up in her mind.
"Alright, we're done." The Count panted, exhausted. It really was quite tough trying to use a human body to keep up with the girl. If one of the fragments granted such a blessing, he would take it. "It's really tough to keep up with young people."
One of the old Blacksmiths present laughed. "Milord, we old'uns should get used to it."
***
Back in the manor, Kiara went for a bath again, and once more, she had that tingling sensation. This time, she managed to keep most of her mind together and finished the shower without touching herself excessively.
Yet that night, she had dreams of the Count and her engaging in intimate acts, thanks to the residual effects of the stimulants. It was a strange feeling that jolted her in the middle of the night, all sweaty, drenched and hot.
"What the hell am I fantasizing?" Kiara cursed, as she sat in her bedroom. "I don't even have such dreams of Aman!"
But she couldn't help herself, her body struggled to release the accumulated sensations and stimulants, and her brain was just so buzzed that she had to masturbate. As she fondled herself, Kiara couldn't help but keep imagining Count Edmund, and each time, she slapped herself.
"Dammit Kiara, why are you thinking about that stupid, evil old man!" She cursed, while one finger continued to relieve her desires down below.
HaremFantasies Alright, that's it for this week. I will return in about 7-10 days.
