Villiken internally relaxed at the praise and watched as Ethan selected the largest beach ball sized sphere, stared at in his even larger hand as if it were actually a softball in consideration then nodded in satisfaction. He picked the second matching as well. Next he stepped towards the assorted staffs and bent down to lift one, grip it, shook his head and put it back to grasp another, then another, then another. After seven he found one thick enough to hold properly and had great restraint to not make it splinter. “This’ll do.”
Ethan then stuffed the spheres in his pocket, placed the end of a stick to his right elbow and flattened the back of his hand along the length, all the way to the edge of his middle finger. With a flick of the wrist the blade cleanly sliced the wood as if made of putty.
With one shaft finished he measured his left arm this time, again putting the edge to his elbow, but rather than cutting off another length at the outstretched edge of the middle finger, he cut at the finger’s second joint. Blake’s advice was taken seriously. The second was six and a half inches shorter, but in combat wouldn’t make much a difference. The blade was then sheathed.
Next he grabbed a staff of much smaller thicknesses and selected one, the thickness of his thumb.
Ethan then gestured Villiken inside and handed him a clear bucket to say “Go over to that faucet and fill it up to the black line.”
The Elf did that and figured out on his own how to get the water flowing and watched with genuine curiosity as Ethan sat down the two cut handle shafts and the balls before sitting at the workbench. He snapped his fingers and a sharp cutting tool appeared in his hand from the wall of tools and he began measuring and cutting many identical pieces from the thumb thick shaft of wood.
Villiken’s physical strength, like all Elves weren’t great so he used a levitation spell to lift the large bucket and set it on the table as requested.
Once the pegs were made, all twenty five pegs for each ball, all the wood was dropped into the water along with a weighted mesh to have the floating wood sink. Displaced water rose and Ethan and Villiken memorize the new line.
Next Ethan had the aid collect and fill a cup with glue from one of the corner canisters and began the process of gluing all the studded pegs onto the ball which took a few moments at the speed in which Ethan’s skilled hands moved. Excessively hot air cured the glue, but didn’t burn the wood. As he worked he had Villiken retrieve another empty bucket already spelled, so Ethan began spelling the wood for what would come next. Temporarily at least.
The second mace was likewise pieced together.
Pure steel was gathered, a change he diverted from Celestia’s blanks since he didn’t need to worry about blending alloys for a blank. A flat sheet of crimped steel fit perfectly into the bucket’s already made slots, but not before being precisely heat cut and mated perfectly to the studded mace and handle. A gentle jiggle showed no wiggle room. Thankfully Celestia premade a hundred sheets for mold separating. Yet another gift.
Ethan pulled the mace and sheet out and gathered two hundred pounds of steel ingots. “You need to back away for now. I can protect you from my heat, not secondary.” The Elf backed away to a safe distance.
Red slit eyes stared at the metal and in moments the steel turned white hot from the inside without a hint of flames. Superheated steel poured through his bare calloused fingers and into the molding bucket, quickly filling every nook and cranny. Ethan kept the heat rolling till it boiled out every air bubble.
Then he carefully fed the slide and wooden mace piece down the slots with extreme slowness. Sparks shot, but didn’t do much else. For three minutes the slide went deeper and deeper till only a half inch of metal sheeting and a tenth inch of wood stuck out of the molten soup.
The same process was done for the second mace.
As they were set in the corner to cool, Ethan dismissed Villiken for the evening since the molds had to cool gradually. Alone he began gathering precise quantities of metal that affected varying demons mumbling mostly to himself. “Dragons-copper, Kelpie-gold, Elves-iron, Titanium-Succubae, Platinum-Sirens…” he used a sharp knife to shave pieces of ingots back at the bench, feeding it into the bucket to get what was needed after filling the water back up to the line afterwards. When the undefined displaced line was reached Ethan took out the material, dried it with a burst of warmth and weighed it for future reference before dumping all the alloys into a large crucible already heated from overnight’s first warmth. Coal and more wood was added before hanging the soon to be liquid metal to start the process.
By that time the buckets were sufficiently cooled and Ethan gently smacked the bottom to watched the mold slide out after a few tries. He peeled the pieces apart and inspected one half to smile as the mold was perfectly made without flaw. A few spells were put in so it would last through the ages and set over with the other molds.
Roughly an hour later after cleaning up, Ethan made his way up the stairs. First thing to greet his sight was two buck naked beauties snuggled up on the spacious couch watching Superman III. Kyoko’s back was flush against Kanade’s chest. His sense of smell didn’t detect any new signs of sex, but he knew they hadn’t since both were in his head, but they snuck this on him.
An uncomfortable pressure built in his pants.
Two sets of unique eyes left the scene where Zod was making Clark kneel in the last installment, already deciding on a marathon.
Their eyes twinkled with mischief.
“What is going on here?” he rumbled.
“What?” Kanade asked with false innocence. “We’re just watchin’ a movie, Darlin’.”
“Buck naked?” He raised an eyebrow.
“So? We were always naked in our room when not expectin’ company.”
“I rather prefer this tradition, Ethan-sama. Running around naked is quite nice and I rather enjoy Kanade’s breasts in my back. They are so soft and firm.”
Silver sparks began igniting around his hands and wings.
“Nuh uh, Darlin!” Kanade waved a single finger. “You better go wash up. You stink of sweaty work.”
“Agreed. Go clean up and we’ll make you stink of sweaty sex.”
“You’re both joining me.” He didn’t give them a choice as he tore through the room, scooped both women off the couch with a squeal of surprised delight and were showering in seconds.
Fire, ice and water worked together as Kyoko’s back was slammed into the wall, was glad for the water as he powered unmercifully to the hilt and she cried out in painful ecstasy. Her legs wrapped around his narrow waist as he filled her and she matched his thrusts with gravity’s aid.
Absently he couldn’t help hearing the theme ending song to Superman playing as he made primal love to his women. Kanade soaped both her loves up and rather enjoyed doing it among other things, mainly flicking and teasing Kyoko’s nipples. Her icy fingers scratched his back as orgasm after orgasm slammed through her voluptuous body. To muffle her screams of pleasure she bit down hard, breaking the skin and making him purr as she marked him. His imminent release simultaneously bit into her soft neck. As soon as her womb was filled to the brim she was set down into a pool of water and let aftershocks roll through her.
Kanade was ready as soon as he turned to her, chest flush against the wall and ass out and ready to be taken from behind. Still rock hard he closed the distance and felt her hand grab him from between her legs, guided him unerringly to her eagerly hungry pussy and gasped as last night was no fluke to his enormity and washboard-like shaft made its way home. Her wet wings trembled with orgasm and her hands reached behind to firmly grab his ass to hold him fully sheathed till she felt his naughty tail tease her asshole before going right in and sending her eyes up into her skull at the sensations tearing her senses apart in the most delightful ways.
Her hands let go and were all that kept her from falling as he went and made fierce love just the way she now liked it. The way she craved. The way she was now irrevocably addicted.
Gone were
the days she liked gentle lovemaking.
Hard, fast and galactic shattering is here to stay.
He roared out and filled her entirely as his seed filled every nook and cranny of her womb with a heat of an Ifrit.
Water splashed as she fell into a pool and managed to pant “You’re next, Sweetheart.”
“I love you.” Kyoko gave her a kiss and swam into Ethan’s fiery embrace as he settled down into the water. She managed to stand, albeit with great struggle, grabbed the pulsing penis and straddled her way down, consuming him along the way and relished more than two feet of thick Ifrit cock in her snatch.
She moaned and said “Oh, Ethan-sama, I love you TOO!!!”
“And I you.” He groaned as her hips began to gyrate. Water was conflicted, changing from ice to boiling and back as they grinded and Kyoko was assaulted from behind as Kanade recovered enough to sneak up and turn her head for a deep moaning kiss and caress. Talons of ice gathered around her fingers and were dug along Ethan’s ribs before melting and throwing Kanade up and over her shoulders to lick and suck on her clit with immense strength while being thrashed below.
Ethan marveled at the tower of moaning women above his hips and couldn’t help getting pleasure. He’d never considered sharing his love with more than one other for the rest of his life, but so many things had changed and now he knew loving more than one person wasn’t only possible, it was natural. Kyoko merely sealed the deal and was never going to go anywhere. Not by him, nor Kanade by how loudly she moaned.
“Bed! Now!” Kanade said as she just took another load into her womb and they left the shower to take it to another room.
Hours later Kyoko laid on her back with Kanade gently kissing her bountiful breasts and was gliding her fingers through the thick strands of cobalt hair. “Kanade-chan,” She said softly and Kanade looked up to smile with adoration. “I’ve been with many lovers, but not once have I felt so euphoric… and it is all thanks to you.”
“Hey, don’t you make me start cryin’. You’ve given me all the thanks I need with your tongue. I love you and ain’t lettin’ you go nowhere. We got magically married remember. That means it can’t be broken and I don’t care to try.” Kanade moved higher and stole a chilled kiss and nipped her bottom blue lip. “I’m glad alright. You don’t need to assure me. Demon or not. You are you and I love you. We’ll be together forever, share babies and have a nest full of lovin’ girlfriends.”
Ethan listened on the other side, completely sated and caressed the cheeks of both women consumed with each other.
“I’m unused to feeling so strong of emotions, Kanade-chan. Sex merely was a way to relax tension…”
“But now you got a real family. I won’t marry any other girls who will ruin this.” Kanade pointed to her snowy chest and her glittery own. “Trust me. The Seers can kiss my sparkly ass if they think I’ll bring anyone in our bed and I’ll not fall in love with them first. And you get a say too. Tell me, which Dragewete did you like out of the bunch?”
“Just one, Love.” Kyoko admitted. “Flajeen.”
“Oh, I liked her too. She had an eye for you for many years. She’s had a crush that I found deep in her memory, but didn’t act on it as she loathed your aunt for beatin’ her to almost the point of insanity for accidently sneezin’ and melted the floor almost a mile in the direction she was walkin’.”
“I know. I cleaned her up with Dallare-chan and Shigure-chan after the flogging.”
“The only thing that concerns me is how she likes to sleep in her own acid pool. I don’t even want to worry kissin’ her if my tongue will melt away.”
“We can ask if she may be willing to change. I’m sure she would and as long as we keep away a certain pepper so we need not fear her sneezing. You saw how she longs for my affection to repay my kindness. She is rather timid compared to the others.”
“I did, but that still means she’s about as timid as kickin’ a hungry lion in the balls.”
Kyoko pealed a laugh so deep her breasts jiggled. “Aptly put.”
Kanade propped herself on an elbow an trailed delicate fingers down Kyoko’s now scarred neck, between her breasts and laid a hand on the still hot lower belly. “So what do you suggest? While our angel is out doin’ who knows what the king’s got planned we go back to the Mistress hall and have a private word with Flajeen?”
“No, not yet anyway. The others deserve a chance too. I would wait another day before deciding on selecting her. You’ve yet to see their reactions to bonding as I’ve done. I know not how they will react. They are fierce females who do not easily surrender.”
“Neither were you.”
“Ah, but I’m a demon of sex. I think differently, mostly with my appeal and what I can get by using it. Reptiles more or less seek food and warmth. To me, sex comes first. To them a full belly does. It will be the same when selecting a Lamia. Keep this in mind, Love-chan.”
“Okay.” Kanade gave another tentative kiss. “How are you feelin’ now? You able to go for fittin’s yet. The seamstresses didn’t seem to like to be held waitin’.”
Kyoko managed to draw her knees up and turned her hips side to side. “I think I can move about again.”
“Good. Let’s skedaddle.”
“We best shower first. We are covered in each other’s blood.”
“And sweat!” Kanade laughed and helped her to stand and soon all three of them showered and fixed themselves up.
The women left naked to go to the gold building for their new dresses, leaving Ethan up at the house cleaning his leather armor with his hands. It wasn’t difficult, especially because he was a living dryer. A drawer full of boxers and backless undershirts were full and he slid into a pair before donning the light leather armor.
He checked on the forge and was glad the wood burned for so long, but the melted metal wasn’t ready so he stirred it around to blend more evenly before shutting the door and pumping the billows a few times. Afterwards he left and landed outside to watch the seamstress’ Arachne spider-crawling over Kanade, Kyoko, Dallare and Amandale. The dresses were made of Arachne spider silk and dyed. The Elven ladies were already in long flowing dark lavender dresses which made their yellow skin tone seem to shine while Kanade and Kyoko wore a more reddish yellow that matched, but Kanade’s was only slightly more elaborately threaded as she was the head of all mistresses now. The design was both enthralling and seductive without being overly provocative. But aside from the dress, one Arachne appeared to come out of a strongbox that had been drug outside and in her hands was a tray laid out with diamond necklaces, a tiara, bracelets and earrings that would make queens weep from sheer beauty and was appropriately sized for a women three times that of a human woman. Kanade selected the finest jewelry that matched her simplistic beauty and was dressed to the nine. Last to be set was the tiara after her hair was impeccably done up.
Kyoko waited as the Arachne crawled down into the chest again to disappear and Ethan realized the trunk was stocked full of the finest gems in a modified space that held the finest jewelry in all the king’s vast domain. The Arachne reappeared carrying different jewelry sets upon the tray, but less pronounced than Kanade’s, but not by much at all.
As Ethan approached, his jaw felt as if it was being dragged miles behind as both looked like untouchable queens. Their hair had already been finely styled to enhance their beauty in a way that Ethan could hardly believe they were the same women. Two gorgeous bombshells smiled as they read his mind that was blank with surprise. “Wow. Seamstresses, you’re all amazing. I’ve never seen such beauties.”
“Thank you, Master.” The large matron beamed with youthful appearing pride at her skills that hadn’t waned. “But they need so little to make them so beautiful. Most need many baubles and trinkets so they feel as good as they look. Nether mistress even needs makeup. I’ve never dressed so fine a First and Second mistress if I say so myself.” The other spider-women agreed completely.
“How do you feel, Ladies?”
> “Like one of my dollies I had as a little girl. But now I’m the one bein’ dressed up.” Kanade touched her necklace between her alluring cleavage, the one with Kyoko’s tears set in gold.
“And now we truly look as a true mistress to you, Ethan-sama. We bring prestige to your name.”
“I don’t need prestige. You two glorify the reason women are such pursued creatures. Damn, not I’m not sure if I want to show you off or keep you all to myself.” He scratched his head, conflicted.
“Just what we wanted to hear, Darlin’.” Kanade giggled with her arms straight out as the Arachne rapidly sewed the dress ideally to show off her hourglass figure.
“And you ladies are just as lovely.” Ethan said to the Elvin women.
The smaller women glowed with happiness, but he could tell soon the dresses would be covered in runes. Villiken stood rigidly off to the side, but his eyes spoke volumes as he watched his woman finish being dressed. Warmth of pride could scarcely scratch the surface.
Silent spider crawling had Ethan turning to the matron as she bowed deeply to say “Fire Prince, we’ve made many sheets of our silk over the years. Please allow us to attire you in something more befitting of your station.”
“No.” She cringed, but didn’t scurry away. “I’m not a silk wearing man. Besides… with all the king has planned for me I need armor whenever I leave this room.” He could almost smell sadness come from the woman as she imagined he didn’t think she was good enough to clothe him. To alleviate her he decided “Tell you what, when I return this evening I’ll leave my armor in your care so you can use it as a pattern to make me more. It would not be good to be seen always wearing the same black leather.” She began to smile. “Make me clothes for different occasions. If you require a certain set of skins for an idea I’ll personally go hunting. How does that sound?”
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