Fighting Them There Ch 09

Many of the paths of Camp Acheron were simply dirt, or covered in grass. While there was an entire planet worth of resources, Earth had not brought across any real heavy industry. It meant that concrete and asphalt still needed to be produced on the other end of the galaxy and shipped through a portal. Weight limits being what they were, there just wasn't enough refined building material to make properly paved paths everywhere. Despite the fact that they were on a military base, many of the paths seemed more like nature trails. "Rosalita! Wait up!" Fiona ran up to catch the shorter woman. The dirt she was running in seemed just like dirt from Earth in terms of color and consistency, although the smell was different in a way she could not place. The plants to either side were alien, but in her peripheral vision they were a comfortingly familiar collection of greens and browns.

Even out of her dungeon attire, Rosalita now looked like sex on legs. Sir Mixalot had once opined that measurements of breast and hip had greater impact when they appeared on a woman who was five foot and three inches or less. Despite being in that range, Rosalita's breasts and butt would have been impressive on the body of a woman who was actually tall. Fiona was of just medium height, and she felt intimidated by Rosalita's chest. Being that they were both storm classed hunters, Fiona thought that she was perhaps literally Rosalita's replacement. She was

wearing

the mana tether that had been attached to Rosalita on her first raid into the dungeon. Comparisons were impossible to avoid, and seeing how the E-tier Thunder Mage filled out her shirt made Fiona feel inadequate.

Rosalita had asked Max to release her as a slave, and he had done so. She had come in second in the initial damage output rankings, beating out everyone but Sofie; and so it had surprised almost everyone that she had demanded to do her second raid at minimum opposition in a team of E-tiers. The brown-skinned woman had been given a chance to be be part of something great, and she had turned it down. Fiona could understand the appeal of that option, but she couldn't make that choice herself. Just a D-tier herself, Fiona had survived and triumphed in the kind of dungeon they didn't normally send kids from the training crops to at all. She owed her power and her survival to Max, and she intended to give him

everything

in the hopes of getting more.

The Thunder Mage did wait up, and recognized Fiona immediately. It left the taller woman to wonder if she'd have been so quickly recognized if she hadn't been wearing the collar. Rosalita noticed the accessory, and her eyes betrayed an array of emotions from seeing it again, but she elected to say nothing about it. "Fiona. Are you... OK? Do you want to talk about it?" It wasn't really what Fiona was expecting the shorter woman to say.

It was a question that required some thought. As Fiona came up close to the other woman she did not have to catch her breath. A benefit of the binding seal was an increase in vigor that was such that she could pretty much just jog anywhere on the base without needing to catch her breath afterward. It might actually be the single change that made her feel most alienated from her former life. Like if she didn't get tired running around that she was just a passenger in her own body. "Yeah, I'm fine. Better than fine. But I definitely want to talk about it." She looked around, checking that no one seemed to be in earshot. Some hunters had magically augmented senses, so she couldn't really be sure. But to a first approximation, they were alone. "I've built up some Capitulation, and I'm going to ask Max to spend it and fill me with Essence. What do you think will happen?"

The Thunder Mage was shocked. And offended. "Are you serious!? Puta asquerosa! Ramera drogadicta! He's going to

own

you. You're going to be an esclava. A coño para follar. You'll spend the rest of your

life

as his property, bending over and

begging

him to fill your holes with his Essence. With your

master's

Essence. Not even a slut, sluts are allowed more than one man."

Fiona nodded. "Right. But do you think it will make me more powerful as a storm caster?" Rosalita looked at her with angry incredulity, but nodded. Fiona saw something in that nod, something she recognized in herself. "How hard is it?"

"What?" There was a glimmer of understanding within her, and with it came a touch of fear.

Certainty grew in Fiona, and her voice leveled out in confidence. "I mean, how hard is it to keep yourself from going to Max and Sophie and asking them to take you back? How hard is it to go every night without feeling your master's collar around your neck? Without his ropes around your wrists? Without his Essence inside your body?" With every question, Rosalita had an intake of breath, but her downcast eyes were answer enough. "You didn't

escape

, he

sent you away

. I'll bet you still dream about him fucking you. Of him turning you back into one of his slaves." Rosalita looked away. Then she nodded. "Rosalita, how would he dominate you? How would he fuck you into being his?"

Rosalita slapped her. The Vietnamese American took it in stride. If there had been any

real

aggression, a thunderbolt would be involved. Besides, she had begun to see slappings in a new light. The Thunder Mage sighed. "It gets better. For the first few days I wanted nothing more than to offer him my nalga and become his ass whore. I watched... I thought it might go away if I touched myself back there. It didn't. I brought myself off several times, I said shameful things. In the dark." She sniffed. "It gets better though. After a few days, I could go almost all day without daydreaming about Max taking me back and shoving that Valkyrie breaker up my ass and wrapping that collar around my neck again. Now I hadn't wished for it for more than a day until you reminded me of what the claiming seal felt like. You'll get over it, too. Eventually. It's going to be so much harder if you let yourself become his for real."

Not knowing what else to do, Fiona pulled the smaller woman into a hug. She was quite noticeably stronger than Rosalita, a difference almost wholly attributable to the fact that her claiming seal was a vibrant red rather a dull gray. "I'm not trying to get out. The power was... it's a lot of power. The dungeon we went into was a lot more powerful than it was supposed to be. It had three silver chests. I was

first level

. My first dungeon was just a construction zone and none of us leveled up. If it wasn't for the power Max gave me with this master and slave nonsense, we wouldn't have survived. This is something I need to do, not just to fight them there, but so that I can ever come home again." She squeezed the shorter woman, fitting her own breasts over the larger boobs of Rosalita.

Hugging her back, Rosalita sighed. "You can't stay with him. Not once they figure out what he can do. Max and Sophie are going into the SDRF, and soon. Girls like us don't belong in the special dungeon raiding forces. You know that. You're

average

, and I'm not even that. Max might be willing to keep you in his party, but it's not going to be up to him. Once the crop graduates, they are not going to

let

him keep any D-tier hunters in his party. The more you let him take over, the more it will hurt when he throws you away." The two of them held their embrace for a long time.

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The initial reports they'd made weren't nearly enough, at least that's what Max assumed. He'd filled out a standard form evaluating his team mates, and professing his strong desire to work with all of them again. The last time he filled out forms like that, everyone in his party had circled a strong desire to

not

have him on their team again, which he supposed was fair. This time he suspected that his party members would give him better reviews. Once their forms were filled in and their hunter's marks were photographed with hyper-spectral cameras, they'd been allowed to change clothes, eat food, and go to bed. Even to

shower

, which was surprisingly necessary. The simple act of entering or exiting the gate left all dirt behind, and most hunters entered dungeons cleaner than they'd ever been in their lives. Blood, sweat, tears, and apparently Max's semen were all things that the gate considered transportable, so every one of them needed a shower despite having no dirt in the traditional sense on their bodies.

Still, there was no way that the Space Force would be happy with a basic dungeon report form for an event of that magnitude, and all of them were certain to get called in to meetings with specialists. Just as soon as the officers decided who the right specialists were. He wasn't sure when they were going to call him in, or who he was going to be asked to talk to, but he knew it was coming.

On the first morning, all those considerations were for the future. Max was happy to see that he had leveled up again. He'd picked up a surprising amount of Mastery during the dungeon raid itself. Giving orders to his party members advanced their claiming seals but also gave him Mastery while doing it. Every time he gave motivational strikes to his fellow second line party members, his Mastery grew. And when Sophie had jerked him off into Ulzhari's mouth, that increased his Mastery quite a bit as well. But the biggest chunk of Mastery came when he woke up and had leveled up. As before, nothing actually changed in his skills and stats for going up in level, he just got an infusion of Mastery. He supposed that there was probably a level-based limit into how much Mastery he could put into any of his stats and thus there was some absolute limit on how much benefit he could get out of training with his slaves without going into dungeons. He had no way to check that, and his class was strange enough that perhaps there was not. Maybe he

could

just farm Mastery endlessly and roll it over into his stats until he became a worthwhile front liner in his own right.

He shook his head. It wasn't worth worrying about such things. He didn't have any skills for a front liner. Not even the minimal skills possessed by an E-tier. A Shieldbearer would have shield rush and parry plus to improve their front line role, but Max wouldn't have those kinds of abilities whether he had a decent set of melee stats or not. Then he shook Sophie, who had elected to sleep with him alone. It was a strange thing that he now considered sleeping alongside the most beautiful woman he knew to be

sleeping alone

so long as they weren't sharing the bed with a third or sharing the room with an audience. And yet, that's where his life was just two months after worrying if his class would allow him to be with Sophie at all.

As the blond woman started to wake up, she suddenly tensed and quickly patted his side of the bed. Having read his presence in braille, she visibly relaxed. "You're still here. I dreamed... I was worried that you wouldn't be." She'd had two nightmares, one where Max rejected her to spend more time with his harem, and another where he rejected her for having become too much of a slut and found a new woman that he could be monogamous with. Even awake, those scenarios seemed dreadfully plausible to her.

Moving closer, he kissed her tenderly and then more forcefully. "I'll be here with you. Always. Even with the class and the seals. When I do these training things with them, I'm still with you." He wrapped his arms around her. She felt a slight tingle of her claiming seal where his hands touched her back, and she pressed her chest into his with a sigh and a further reinforcement from her seal. "And if it comes to that," he continued, "

you

are more important to me than all of this. If you need me to stop being intimate with our party members, I will. I can't lose you, Sophie." He kissed her on her neck, and she could feel his erection stirring to life beneath the covers.

Allowing his mouth further access to her neck, Sophie tilted in and sighed. "We

need

them, Max. And

you

need to train their seals." She had something she wanted to get off her chest. Metaphorically off her chest, Max was literally on her chest and she wanted that to continue. "Actually... when you took Chaeryn's virginity, I liked that. And not because it made my envy seal sing. That

was

the best feeling from my envy seal, better than every self deprecating insult combined. But even without that, when you did that, when

we

did that, I felt

proud

." She pulled back and looked into his eyes with a serious expression. "I saw your manhood spreading her out and smashing her until she was your flopping rag doll. I saw you absolutely

dominate

her into orgasm. She called you

Master

, and all I could think of was: That's my boyfriend. My boyfriend is filling her up until there isn't room for brains behind her purple eyes. That cum addled slut belongs to

my boyfriend

. And I loved it. I've never been so proud."

"Sophie," he frowned, "I don't think she actually

belongs

to me. And you probably shouldn't call her a..."

She cut him off with a kiss to the mouth. "She thinks differently. Chaeryn calls you Master even when she doesn't have to. You're going to spend her Capitulation and you're going to take all her firsts. You're going to keep fucking her until every hole in her body takes the shape of your cock. And she is going to thank you for it. And I'm going to

watch

, and I'm going to be so proud. Fiona is coming over tonight for the treatment. She's going to beg to be made into your property, and when it happens, I'm going to watch. Ulzhari wants us to train her to be your cocksucking whore, and we're going to do it. When I see her look up at your penis in submissive anticipation, waiting for her

Master

to fuck her throat, all I'm going to think is how proud I am. Proud that it's

my boyfriend

that's about to cum in the mouth of his big titted slave." She looked sincere. Sincere and aroused.

Max blinked. He studied her face carefully to see any hint that it might be a trap of some sort. It was the kind of thing that almost had to be a trap. He gave himself several breaths to decide on a response, and he decided to change the subject. "I got another pile of Mastery. What did you get for leveling up?" C-tier and D-tier classes usually needed to be leveled up a few times before they gave out new skills, but a B-tier class like Valkyrie would give out new skills with every level for the first several levels.

"Oh, right." Sophie unfocused and read her status. "I got call of battle."

"The Mascot skill?" Max was surprised, because he'd expected her to get skills associated with front line classes because she had a front line class.

His girlfriend shook her head. "No, you're thinking of

battle call

, call of battle is the movement one. Ulzhari has it." It meant that as long as Ulzhari moved in a path that brought her closer to an enemy she knew about, her movement speed was substantially increased. It didn't need to be the closest enemy, and she didn't need to travel the shortest path or even in a straight line. When there were multiple enemies on a battlefield, it would speed up Ulzhari's travel in a lot of directions. And now Sophie had that as well. "It's just the two of us, so you should buy something with Mastery."

They'd agreed that he would spend his Mastery next when it was just the two of them together. Max had lost control when he increased his slave limit from three to five, and he'd been pretty rough with Chaeryn. The Shadow Elf didn't seem to have a problem with it, but it was a memory that Max was ashamed of. With Sophie, he had the explicit consent that he'd really felt was missing when he'd filled the dark skinned elf with his semen. Also he didn't think it was possible for him to be physically too rough with Sophie. She was dramatically stronger than he was, and any time he held her down or threw her around, it was something that she was obviously allowing by the evidence that she

could

stop him at any time.

He checked his options. He confirmed that he did have enough Mastery that he could buy a sixth slave slot. "I can still increase the number of hunter slaves we can have. Even though the party is full. I think it means that I can keep my promise to Meesh without having to drop anyone from the party." He didn't need more than five slaves to have a full dungeon raiding party. But having an extra slave slot would mean he could still put seals on his sister.

Sophie nodded and seemed lost in thought. "Yes... Meesh can definitely be one of your slaves. We did promise her that you could be her master when her class matured. But... her hunter's rune won't open for nearly a year. Right now you should buy up one of the zeroes that you might be able to use right now. Non-hunter slaves, or slave storage." The two sounded like they were used together, but they were expensive and purchased separately.

"That makes sense," he agreed because it did make sense, and also because he wanted to agree with the gorgeous blond woman whenever he had the opportunity to do so, "so should I just increment slave storage and then we can try to figure out how that works?"

A single finger was placed on his lips. "Before you do that, could you put my gorget on me? I'm expecting to see a bit of

dominant

Max when you spend that Mastery, and I'd like to be prepared." She giggled at his confused expression. "When you put the gorget on my neck, it excites my claiming seal. I think if you're about to start claiming me hard, that we should get me started on feeling claimed. You called it your ring, and I want to wear your ring while this happens." Sophie got on her knees and left hand on the bed, using her right hand to pull her blond hair into a makeshift pony tail. Her butt and neck then exposed, she smiled. "OK Max, I'm ready. Put the gorget on, and then spend that Mastery. I'll be here for whatever you need to do. You'll be the master, and I'll be the slave." Ka-Chunk! When the latch of her gorget closed, she released her hair to fall back over her neck, obscuring the shiny metal of the collar and hiding its O-ring from Max's view. "Spend it now, Max! Do it!"

He bought himself the slave storage ability. Technically he already had the ability, but since he could store a maximum of

zero

slaves, it wasn't much different from not having the ability at all. He noted the slave storage space increment to one, and that the number rune remained green. Surefire evidence that with enough Mastery he could increment it again and store multiple slaves at once. At that moment, Max found it incredibly difficult to care about any of that. Whatever he could do with this, that, or the other slave paled in comparison to what he could do with the beautiful woman in front of him right at the moment. Sophie's lower back had a red heart filled and surrounded with filigree, and her rump had a similarly illuminated spiderweb and coiled serpent occupying one butt cheek each. It hadn't been that long since the seals had manifested as barely more than what might be delivered with a hand stamp, and now his lover was bent over to offer both herself and the elaborate body art that his class had painted on her. "I'm going to fuck you Sophie." He said it with such absolute certainty that she shivered in anticipation. Lining the head of his cock with her slit, he pushed into her. Firmly, and with intent. "You're mine. I'm going to put my Essence into you because you are mine. Forever." His penis pushed into her with increasing strength and speed.

Sophie accepted him into herself. She accepted his cock into her pussy. She accepted his words into her mind. "Yesssss... Max, I'm yours. Your woman. Your lover. Your slave. Oooh... fill me Max. Fill me with your Essence. You've claimed me. I'm yours. Yours. Yours!" With each declaration of submission, Max pounded himself into her, confirming the truth of her words. She became progressively less coherent as her impalement brought her to orgasm. Still, she made no move to get up from her hands and knees. She had been mounted as a mare is mounted by a stallion, and she wanted nothing but to squeeze the semen she had been promised into her deepest recesses. Her arms collapsed underneath her, leaving her an ass-up tripod supported by her knees and face. She moaned wordlessly into the bed. Max's bed. Her lover's bed. Her

master's

bed.