Rupegia 92 Turn Of The Wheel - Part 3

"Aren't you a perverted peeper, hm?" She asks in a sultry tone.

She takes off the clothes that she was starting to put on and with a *poof*, pulls a heavy trunk out of her [Item Box]. I can't fully see inside it, but I do glimpse some Snow Weave lingerie and a very big d.i.l.d.o poking out of the trunk.

Oh yeah, we still have to use the Snow Weave that the girls bought.

She starts trying out the new outfits while striking poses and I notice that her p.u.s.s.y lips are starting to get wet.

Soon after, she runs a finger along her lips and scoops out some of the juices that were building up.

"Would you look at that? I seem to be a pervert myself!" She says and giggles. Then she pulls out a d.i.l.d.o that looks remarkably like my own d.i.c.k and lays down on the bed. "If I lent this d.i.l.d.o to Oura, do you think she'd be mad to know that I made it to be just like yours? Oh, but I'm sure Nito wouldn't, he's quite smitten with you, you know?"

Oh wow, that I didn't know.

She raises her head to look the bird in the eye while "my" c.o.c.k spreads her lips. "What a shame that you aren't bis.e.xual. I'm sure that all of your women have fantasized about you being with another man at least once."

Well, I might have to agree.

She stops talking as her heavenly moans take control over her voice. The bird is close enough that I can smell her p.u.s.s.y and I can just imagine the taste of her juices on my tongue. I remember what it was like to be inside her and my d.i.c.k twitches at the thought, making Alissa jump a little in surprise as I make it sc.r.a.pe over her G-spot.

"What's up… Wolfy?" Alissa asks, holding back her moan.

"Osaria is giving me a private show," I answer and lay my head on Ciel's b.r.e.a.s.t.s with a silly smile on my face.

"She's dangerous," Lina comments, lowly.

"Oh yeah, she definitely is," I say with a nod.

"Why?" Hana asks.

"Well, she seems like she uses s.e.x to get what she wants, and someone as beautiful as her has quite a lot of power in her hands," Lina answers.

"Huh… I guess I'm dangerous, too," Hana says with a shrug.

"You all are, but only to me," I say and wriggle inside Alissa, making her quiver. "Oh man, this is too much fun."

"I want my pair of huge c.o.c.ks inside me," Hana complains and gives me a fearsome glare.

"S-sorry~…! Tomorrow you can use me all you want," I say with an apologetic smile.

"You're going to break him and then n.o.body will get to have any fun for a while," Roxanne says and squeezes Hana's steel-hard muscles.

"Hmph," Hana scoffs, annoyed.

"You know, my appet.i.te has been increasing, but so have all of yours," I say.

"I have no idea what you mean," Ciel says and kisses the top of my head.

--

After a good and refres.h.i.+ng soak in the hot bath, we finally get ready and put on our best clothes. Seeing the girls use their gems again brings a tear to my eyes.

"We have to buy one for Klein, too," I whisper to Alissa and touch the turquoise gem on her necklace.

"Oh, right. She's kind of a 'wife,' too, but hers doesn't have to be so ornate like ours," she whispers back.

"That sounds a little unfair."

"We are the main wives, so we get better things."

"Hm…"

She's right, though. It's just that I feel bad giving Klein lesser treatment.

--

Lina goes with a bright blue lolita dress and a blue bow. It goes well with her tanzanite gem.

Hana and Roxanne go with matching tight-fitting (especially for Hana) dresses which have long strips of cloth as their skirts. There's a flower origami thing right above their a.s.ses that makes them look like gifts. Hana's is white and Roxanne's is purple. Both dresses belong to Roxanne, but she's rarely used them because the skirts sc.r.a.pe on the ground and damage the fabric.

Ciel is going with a silver not-bikini with a few pieces of cloth hanging from it, Osaristyle. The dress really brings out the color of the moonstone nestled between her fun bags.

Alissa and Klein go with matching lace dresses with mini-skirts. Alissa's is light yellow and Klein's is light blue. Alissa's turquoise gem makes her the most colorful of us all, which goes well with her young and "innocent" s.e.xiness.

My clothes are slightly boring. A simple thin white s.h.i.+rt with silver embroidery and black pants with yellow details mimicking gold. My "charm" comes from the s.h.i.+rt being nearly see-through, which shows off some of my muscles, and my heliodor gem. It seems that yellow really looks good on me.

--

We eat a small snack to stave off the hunger and go out onto the streets. The town is busy all day as commerce gets ready for the festivities. As the sun sets, early parties start up and the booze starts flowing.

The Turn of the Wheel is celebrated on the streets, so we have to use the armored dinghy. Otherwise, it would take ages to reach the Dansstroom through this traffic.

"Oh, right," Lina mutters and produces a sack of coins, then hands it to me. I open it up and see quite a generous amount of gold coins there. "n.o.blewomen pay quite a lot to be f.u.c.ked senseless."

Hana takes a look at the sack and whistles. "When you retire from adventuring, you could be a prost.i.tute, Wolfy."

I chuckle at the idea.

Alissa smiles and her tail wags softly as she says, "That sounds nice. A good way to keep my fetish going regularly. There are just so many women that I can seduce for him."

"We could open our own brothel, then," Lina says.

"It's not unheard of for n.o.bles to run brothels. Some of those s.e.xual skills are so helpful that it's quite easy to make money by using them," Alissa says.

"d.a.m.n, even I'm getting a little envious of your lifestyle," Klein says.

I smile awkwardly and stay silent. I don't know how to react to this situation.

--

We fly up the hill and I notice how the number of people starts to diminish. The traffic becomes bearable soon after, but we might as well continue flying.

Then we land in front of the Dansstroom and I pull out some comfy chairs for us to sit on as we wait. The building is the same large, white rectangle like the majority of the buildings here, but it's covered in colorful drapes and small lights, almost turning it into one of those houses decorated with Christmas lights.

At almost 8 PM, Klein gets up and looks down the street.

"It looks like they invited my parents, too," she says.

"How nice," Alissa says and gets up to wait.

I store the chairs and we soon see Rande's family walking along with Klein's parents.

Rande looks like a pimp. He wears an open silver overcoat with white fur at the hem; a thin silver s.h.i.+rt with a deep neckline that shows off his chest hair and perfectly defined pecs; thin silver pants with a wide hem; a black cane; and a wide-brimmed silver hat.

Osaria is wearing more clothing this time, sporting a red dress with a copious amount of hanging cloth that's so light that it nearly floats through the air, similar to Rudita's. But aside from the small bra and panties, everything else is see-through.

Oura wears a tight s.h.i.+rt that displays her flat belly and a skirt which is open at the sides that briefly flashes her thin and shapely legs as she walks.

Nito is wearing a small white lace dress with a cute bow on his head. He almost matches Lina. My eyes meet his, and he immediately looks away.

G.o.ddammit, Osaria… but he does look mighty cute, though.

Moving on… Krista and Anton are wearing their "Jasmine-like" clothes, but this time they are s.h.i.+ny and jade-like. They're certainly higher quality than their usual attire.

"Greetings, Ryders," Rande starts with a dimpled grin.

"h.e.l.lo," Osaria says in a low, sultry tone.

The others say the usual greetings, then they cast [Clean] on themselves to remove the sweat that built up from walking all the way up here.

After she feels fresh again, Osaria comes forward to give each of us a hug and my nostrils are filled with her thick, rosy perfume. She makes sure that at least Lina and I motorboat her b.r.e.a.s.t.s for a few seconds before letting us go, then she steals a kiss from Roxanne, who blushes and becomes awkward for a few moments.

"Let's go in, shall we?" I say.

With Ciel and Hana on each of my arms, we make our way inside.

--

It's a Carnival. Being a Brazilian, this is something I know very well.

There are plenty of Kabar demon race wearing flashy outfits that match their peac.o.c.k feather-hairs. The other races follow along with the showy fas.h.i.+on style, but none can match the Kabars.

The interior has a subtle low-light, so the flashy outfits don't cause our eyes to bleed. The atmosphere also aids in finding the staff since they don't wear uniforms and instead wear a glowing, pulsating brooch on their chests.

The outfits aren't even fully s.e.xual, but plenty of them are, and those are mostly worn by women, too.

"Wow, this place is actually quite pretty," I say as I look around. "Well, you were right, I like this place a lot."

"You can pay to sleep with anyone wearing a red brooch," Osaria comments.

"Oh."

Klein smiles wryly. "Of course it wouldn't not be s.e.xual."

The floor is composed of stone, but the walls are all covered with colorful stained gla.s.s. There are tribal paintings on the gla.s.s and the small lights behind them give the venue quite a pretty atmosphere. Really unique.

Our reservation is on the top floor, the rooftop patio. We walk up the three flights of stairs and come out onto the roof. Again exposed to the starry sky, we feel the chilly breeze of the night blowing through.

Half the patio is filled with tables, a small part is occupied by a room where the waiters go to get the food, and the rest is a dancing area where a small band is playing something very similar to the samba. There are staff in their flashy costumes dancing by themselves on the dance floor, but they are also dancing with any of the customers who want to dance with them.

"That looks like fun," Ciel says, looking at the dancers.

"Yeah, Saltchitan is quite… bouncy," Osaria says.

Ah, so that's the name of this dancing style.

"I'd love to see you two dance with each other," I say with a grin.

Hana jumps a little while looking down at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, then she frowns as she looks at Ciel's. "My skin is too tight," she mutters.

Our table is right near the edge of the patio, so we have a nice view of the road.

We quickly order our food and the flashy waiter brings some seaweed alcohol that Rande ordered.

He pours a small gla.s.s for each of us and raises his own, then he smirks and says, "To a good haul. To a good journey. To a good friends.h.i.+p."

We raise ours and I repeat, "To a good haul. To a good journey. To a good friends.h.i.+p."

We smirk at each other and then we all drink. It tastes like sake, but it has a ginger-like "freshness" to it.

"Ah! Good one!" Hana says and slams her cup on the table.

Aoi doesn't seem impressed and Gify slurps down her share by turning her little tongue into a straw.

Anton scratches his ma.s.sive jaw with his ma.s.sive hand and says, "Ohoho. Seems to be five years old. I think the Everlasting Storm was s.h.i.+fting the currents back then, so the harvests at that time had a little more of an exotic flavor."

"If it was from any other year, I'd have stopped the waiter and asked for a different alcohol," Rande says with a proud grin.

"I've already been convinced that he knows his alcohol, so I trusted his judgment," Hana says.

"Just don't trust him to have a good sense for fas.h.i.+on," Oura says.

"What? I look amazing!" Rande protests.

Her long elven ears twitch along with her right eye. "A cane? Really? What are you? A dying, old, low-level grandpa?"

He scoffs and readjusts his silver furred overcoat. "Canes are stylis.h.!.+ I can't carry a sword everywhere, but I can have a 'beating stick' at hand!"

Anton bellows a laugh and asks, "Ha! Who'd be stupid enough to pick a fight with you?"

"I'm not that famous…" Rande says with a dismissive flick of his hand.

"But you're infamous enough among the brutes who duel strangers," Klein says.

"It's just a hobby! I'm not such a bad person that I'm 'infamous!'" Rande protests.

An awkward silence falls on the table that's then broken by a burst of laughter from everyone, except Rande, who's feeling very awkward.

"Sometimes I feel like you guys enjoy bullying me," he complains.
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"I know, right!" Ciel chimes in. "It's like, can't you have some odd tastes without people trying to humiliate you for it?!"

"Exactly! I mean, I don't even take pleasure in what they are making fun of me about. I don't take pleasure in burning people; my erection is only for making men bend over to me, not the blood and definitely not the burning!"

"Denial," Osaria says.

"Denial," Oura repeats.

"Denial!" Klein exclaims.

"Denial," Nito says shyly.

"Denial," Krista adds.

"Hm," Anton hums in agreement.

Rande remains silent with a displeased dimpled frown stamped on his face.

"Oh, I've never seen him duel. How horrifying is it, really?" Roxanne asks.

"Very," Oura answers and frowns.

"The screams. Oh… if only it weren't from pain…" Osaria says and gets lost in her own fantasies.

Rande drinks another cup of seaweed alcohol and says, "I haven't had a duel in four months. It feels horrible…"

"Can't you get the same experience from **** roleplay at a brothel?" Roxanne asks, teasingly.

"No… it's not the same thing," Rande answers and eyes her oddly.

"She's making fun of you," Osaria says and squeezes his shoulder in sympathy.

"W-what? I know! I'm not that stupid!" Rande complains.

"But you answered me seriously," Roxanne says with a mocking frown.

"I… you know what? f.u.c.k you." -he slams his cup on the table again- "I'm off to dance until our food comes. I'm going to steal me a wife or two."

Oura slaps his b.u.t.t as he gets up and smiles at him. "Have fun, love."

"G.o.ds, you were so mean to him," Ciel says with a slightly worried frown.

"He can be mean to us later," Osaria says and winks at her.

Uh…

"So, Lina, did you enjoy the books?" Oura asks.

Lina's head snaps towards Oura as if a switch had been flipped inside her. "Where can I get more of that Legends series?" She asks, excitedly.

They immediately start geeking out over the books, so the girls switch seats to let Lina talk with Oura.

I grab Ciel's hand and caress it gently.

"What?" She asks, confused.

"I'm sorry. You're still a bit mad about the teasing, right?" I ask, trying to contain my smirk, but failing.

She narrows her eyes, then grabs my hand and gives it a painful squeeze. "No, I'm not mad, I swear," she says, her voice gaining a pitch higher than normal.

I chuckle softly. "I'm sorry, but you know that we all love you. That's why we like to play with you."

She raises an eyebrow. "Play with me…? It's quite the one-sided 'play,' hm?"

"We just adore every part of you, even your pouty and annoyed faces."

Her eyes narrow even further. "I'm not sure that's actually a good thing."

Ah, s.h.i.+t, am I making things worse?

I send a look at Hana, asking for help.

She gives me a wary look but my feelings of pleading escaping through our [Bind] give her enough motivation to help out. "A little pain or teasing goes a long way to add some spice and change to our relations.h.i.+ps," she says.

"I keep saying that I hate spiciness, but you keep adding it to my food. Maybe I should stop eating it," Ciel says with a chilling tone.

I share a look with Hana, now we are both getting worried.

I swallow heavily and try to make puppy eyes. "I-I'm sorry, we won't tease you again. I promise," I say and start rubbing her hand.

She gives me a disgusted side-glance that triggers my femdom fetishes. Then it all fades away and she laughs out loud. "See? It's not so fun when the relentless teasing is done to you."

"W-what? That was mean!" I protest, but Hana laughs along and downs another cup of seaweed alcohol. Though I notice that her laughing has just a hint of strain to it.

The cold look returns for a moment. "Mean? You haven't seen mean." Then it fades and she laughs again with s.a.d.i.s.tic glee.

"Oh no, we've gone too far," Roxanne says with a worried look on her pale face.

"We've created a monster. A second one, actually," Alissa says.

Ciel coughs awkwardly and cringes a little. "I don't have the heart to be as mean as you girls can. I'm already feeling guilty about it."

"What's with all the teasing? Are you all sadom.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.ts or something?" Anton asks while his permanent frown deepens.

"Yes," Alissa, Roxanne, Hana, and I answer in unison.

"I shouldn't have asked," Anton says and pours himself more of the seaweed booze.

"If it can be twisted into something depraved, don't ask," Klein says, serious.

"I didn't need to know that," he says and gulps it down.

"You did. When they come back, you're definitely going to need to remember that." Her eyes go slightly hollow.

Krista taps his log-like arm and says, "There are some things you need to know, but shouldn't think too much about."

He shakes his head. "H-how can I not?! She's my daughter! My baby!"

Klein puts her hand on her waist and her tail pokes Anton's temple. "When I get a child, are you going to keep trying to imagine how it happened?" She asks.

"No!" Anton exclaims, disgusted.

"Then it's the same thing!" She pokes him again on the temple and he bats away her tail.

Anton pours himself another cup (that looks very small in his huge hands) and gulps it down again.

Alissa gets an idea and says, "We set up a 'safe word' so we know when to stop. Maybe you should start using one, too. For us, it's 'record scratch.'"

"That makes no sense," Ciel says.

"I did not need to know that," Anton repeats.

"I did," Osaria chimes in. "How interesting, I should set one up, too."

"Wolfy said it makes sense to him, so I guess it's not completely random," Alissa says.

Ciel shrugs. "Fine, I'll try to remember to use it."

"Don't you have something similar arranged with Rande?" Osaria asks Nito.

Suddenly being spoken to, the cute trap jumps in his skin and blushes. "W-well, yes. Rande likes to play with fantasies, so it's dangerous if we let it go too far. But for us, it was simply me using his real name."

"G.o.ds, please stop," Anton says and facepalms. "We haven't even eaten yet."

Osaria chuckles and says, "Haven't you ever done food-play with your wife? Since she's a cook, I'd expect at least that."

Krista discreetly turns her head away and looks off down the street.

"Hm?" Osaria turns to Anton and presses him for an answer.

He swallows heavily and starts to pour another cup. "Not answering that," he says, softly.

"Well…" Krista starts and stops for a moment, debating whether or not she really should say this. She shrugs and goes for a "screw it." "Eating and food-play aren't exactly the same thing. You need a certain mindset and specific types of food to make th-…"

"Stop! STOP!" Klein yells and reaches over to cover Krista's mouth. "Okay, okay, I get it, Dad. We'll stop! Just don't say anything more about that!"

We all have a laugh at Klein's and Anton's expense.

"Why do you feel disgusted?" Aoi asks, innocently.

Klein shrugs and gives her a pained smile. "I-it's my parents, how could I not?"

"But Wolfy is my father and-…"

"Do not say that out loud," I say through [Bind] as I control Aoi to stop her from saying anything more.

"Oo~h…" Alissa and Hana coo in understanding in my mind s.p.a.ce.

Osaria's eyes s.h.i.+ne and she smirks.

"W-what…?" Anton asks, suspicious, but we ignore him and immediately change the subject.

From then on, the conversation gets limited to "safe" topics, so we just chit-chat until our food comes.

--

Rande comes back a little sweaty and with a mark of lipstick on his neck that he displays like a prize. Oura [Clean]s the sweat off of him and our food comes soon after.

It's some spicy carbs that remind me of Tex-Mex fast food. After feeling the heat, we ma.s.sage our tongues with juicy and sweet fruits.

"You demon race must have some m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic tendencies if you enjoy such spicy food," Rande comments.

"You're not wrong," Hana says.

"Don't start," Klein says, a little nervous.

--

After we eat, I decide to put some points in [Dancing] and get up to dance for a song with each of the girls. I'm not really a dancer or anything, I just want to do something special with them. The songs are all kind of romantic and Saltchitan is supposed to be danced very close to your lover, so it works in my favor.

Alissa adores it. She's not a dancer herself, so I use [Bind] to gently guide her while I let myself be driven by the skill.

"Love you," I whisper in her fox ear.

Her tail wags rapidly. "Love you more," she says and pinches my b.u.t.t.

Roxanne shows off her legs while dancing and pushes me for more dramatic poses. Saltchitan has some of those dramatic poses from a waltz or something.

"Exhibitionist," I whisper in her ear.

She laughs a little nervously and flushes.

Hana takes the lead and I feel what it's like to be a maiden being protected by her knight. Aoi stays on my shoulder, so I share what I'm feeling with her.

Ciel is more slow and loving, though I do tease her and make her do some of the more exposing poses that flaunt her curves. I make her do lots of little jumps that give me a front-row view of her jiggling.

"Really? Am I going to have to use the 'safe word' so soon?" She asks, dangerously.

"You say that as if you don't enjoy the attention," I say and glance at the few men salivating over her.

She pouts but doesn't answer.

With Lina, I make sure that I hug her the tightest. She has absolutely no idea how to dance, so we spend our time learning the basic steps. By the end of the song, she's giggling while we have a cute and silly little dance.

Klein is an energetic dancer, so I struggle to keep up with her pace, though her energy does arouse me a little.

"I didn't know you were such a good dancer," she whispers in my ear.

"I'm not, but that's a secret you'll have to keep," I say and smirk.

She pouts but pushes me further with the dance.

Osaria asks for a dance that turns into a thinly veiled excuse for her to have me motorboat her b.r.e.a.s.t.s again.

"Do that thing with your soul," she asks and I push my soul out from my skin, giving her pleasure everywhere she touches me.

After her panties get visibly wet, she stops the dance and leaves to find the bathroom.

Finally done with the dancing, I go to the bal.u.s.trade at the edge of the building to cool off and cuddle for a little while with Alissa and Klein. Meanwhile, Hana and Roxanne share their own loving dance, and Ciel and Lina learn with each other and have a (pedo)parent-child moment.

Krista ends her dance with Anton and comes over. Then she leans on the bal.u.s.trade beside Klein and says, "Thanks for always being so kind to my daughter."

I get a little awkward and smile. Even with Lily, I was still very awkward with her parents. My "situation" with Klein only makes my awkwardness even worse.

"Thanks for being so 'accepting' of us," are all the words I find to say.

Krista chuckles softly and Klein cringes a little. Krista recovers quickly and says, "I know that Anton is sometimes hard to please, but he's a softie at heart and he knows that she's happy, so he doesn't think badly of you."

"He's just stubborn sometimes," Klein says.

"And a prude," Krista adds. Then she smirks evilly and says, "If he wasn't, then I'm sure I'd be in constant p-…"

"S-stop! Stop, stop, stop!" Klein yells and slaps Krista's shoulder, who laughs out loud and walks away.

--

After Ciel and Lina come back, I switch cuddling partners with them so that Alissa and Klein can go dance with each other with Klein taking the lead.

Hana starts feeling jealous of Alissa, so she steals Klein and has a make-out-plus-dancing session with her that makes Anton embarra.s.sed.

Not long after, the town goes dark and silent as the [Spirit Lights] are turned off. The Turn of the Wheel is starting.

--

Today is the 1st day of the 1st month of the year 69,000. Today starts the month of Birth.

From the top of the hill that Goldport is built on, a rainbow of colorful [Spirit Light]s descends. They blanket the town in a beautiful light show. Then some lights start to rise up as paper lanterns are lit and take flight.

The lanterns contain the wishes of the commoners that they are sending to the G.o.ds: what they want to change in this new year and what they want to stay the same as the year that's being left behind.

After a while, I look down at the street and see a procession coming through. [Spirit Light]s of all colors dot the dark streets and give an ethereal feeling to all the costumed people.

Almost naked people dance in a heavily s.e.xual way, signifying the love required for s.e.x and, consequently, for birth. The temple really likes to hire dancers to show symbolism.

The cries of babies follow the procession as parents everywhere bring their newborns for their first blessing. [Inspire] is cast on them as a symbolic gesture. It gives the babies energy to remain awake for this Long Night and grow stronger from all the mana they will absorb from the Moon.

Lina's Trivia: Long Night is the name of the nights that were artificially extended by mages of old so that they could acquire more mana and more power. This became impossible to achieve once the G.o.ddess of the Moon ascended and both she and the G.o.d of the Sun stabilized the cycles of day and night.

But the thing with [Inspire] and the Long Night for the babies is most likely just superst.i.tion.

--

The pretty lights end and the street's [Spirit Light]s are turned on again. The procession goes on, re-lighting the entire town, street by street.

Party-goers follow the procession as a few priests stay behind to cast [Heal] and [Purify Body] on the wounded and the sick for free.

A pair of unremarkable brown eyes look up and stare at us. My attention is drawn to those eyes and as soon as our gazes meet, my vision goes dark.

--

Neither the Sun nor the Moon sees this place. The loneliness from being away from Their Everloving Gaze is worse than the cold chill from this dark wasteland.

Two familiar eyes stare at me without a hint of emotion, only cold determination, bordering on obsession.

They summon a wall that stands between us, so I summon my own wall, then we remain motionless while looking at one another.

Neither of us wants to do this, but we have to. Neither of us wants to make the first move, but we have to. Neither of us wants to lose, but we have no other choice. Defeat is not an option.

There's no time for regret. Fortune favors the bold. Fear is the mind-killer. Hesitation is the kiss of death.

I make the first move.

--

I lean on the bal.u.s.trade and scan the crowds searching for the pair of brown eyes that I just saw, but I can't find them. I don't know the face, the gender, or even the silhouette of the person that I saw.

Wait, was that [Ignorance]? It seemed familiar… but if it was, then it was one strong spell.

s.h.i.+t… what now…?

"Wolfy?" Alissa whispers and leans over, sensing the turmoil in my heart.

I feel something change within me. I feel weird, like my body was not my own anymore.

"I think I just had a vision."

--

Intermission 13

"I found him. Prepare the men."

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