a long absence of chaotic events of life has kept me from even advancing the plot. along side a friends nigh attempted suicide you can see why my mind hasn't been on sexy adventures... but alas i have come back to attempt to revive my audience. we are in for a mixture this time so cocks out and tissues ready (and whatever it is the ladies do...do i even have a female following???)
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A burst of energy crackled through the air as Noxica's fist slammed into Lewis' palm, his stance was perfect and timing of his use of weight and gravity control beyond Maggie's expectations. Noxica's next flurry of blows were deflected with chauvinistic ease as Lewis took a Rock Lee stance. He barely dodged the jabbing attempt from her needle tipped tail and countered with a leap at her nearly exposed crotch from behind, rubbing his nose in her sensitive, yet still covered, snatch.
Noxica growled with anger at his continued attempts to use sexual conduct in a serious bout, but also to try and keep her boiling blood focused on rage over lust. She hated how he was able to manipulate her emotions with his lack of seriousness. He would fight her seriously with blows intent on killing or even just breaking bones, yet every opening she failed to protect only got her teased sexually. Each time it infuriated her and boiled her blood, but that was only a quick burn that slowly started to die out to a mental need for his seed.
It has been two days since Atrixia had warned Lewis about what was to come, and he has trained almost nonstop since then; Sparring with Noxica, studying with Yuna, and enduring the boredom of sloth with Maggie.
The last was the most trying. He had to sit completely still, barely breathe, couldn't even twitch a muscle or move his eyes. He had to understand "True Inactivity" in order to control a sloths powers completely. It was strange when he caught a glimpse of the power of sloth. The world seemed to shift in a surreal way while staying the same. It was like he became the center of the universe, but not in the egotistical way. He suddenly recognized how just his presence affected his immediate area. He could feel the breeze pass through him as if he weren't there, yet if he concentrated on his presence it was like he suddenly became physical and the breeze parted around him again.
From there he learnt to control gravity and weight, and eventually camouflage his existence through meditation. He had then later began to try and master Noxica's special brand of spells, altering them to make them his own unique spin offs. He had changed "Bile" to work more as a smokescreen he would sweat out over breath out, to help avoid any inhalation like his first try at it.
By now he was just trying to keep all he had learnt as second nature, testing his reflexes and habitual reactions to see if, unconsciously, he would remember his new found abilities and use them in self defense. He was still more favored to a physical counter over magical, but his mind always seemed to remember they were an option at least.
With a few more arena shaking blows the match slowly died down, Lewis and Noxica both huffing for breath. Lewis cracked a smile, shaking his hands in an attempt to remove the partial numbness.
"So, wanna try it now? See if you can handle it?" He half goaded Noxica, not wanting to ignite his partners fury yet hook her.
"Back at you, you are only experimenting with the transformation after all. Maggie! ready to run interference?"
Maggie, busy stuffing her face with a popcorn bag labeled "Deep Fried Fleshy Bits" and a comically oversized theater cup of soda, filled with what could only be carbonized blood from the look of it, gave a thumbs up and a belch of approval. Lewis shook his head at seeing the sloth demon acting like the more uncouth sloth demons he was originally scared he would have to summon. He held his palms out and concentrated his energy between them. In moments a bright green and black orb appeared in his hands, inside three smaller orbs spiraled around in an atom like orbit. Red: symbolizing anger and rage. Purple: Lust and desires. And Brown: Patience and complacency...A very specific form of Sloth.
Slowly the red orb began to flow out of orbit and push its way out of the orb of Null energy, the other two orbs slowly adjusted their orbit, mirroring the other in a fashion like the sun and moon. When the red orb was fully out of the sphere of null energy Lewis suddenly burst into flames, when the fire died out what remained was a humanoid mimic of Lewis made of flowing lava. It roared loudly, the echoes off the distant arena walls coming back thrice just as loud before the next echoes began to die down. Noxica gulped as she prepared to fight what was in essence, Lewis' concentrated fury.
Her leap into his immediate strike area was easily detected and he attempted to counter with a full force straight arm to her mid section, She had intended to play her first strike defensively and easily limbo-ed under the strike, sliding between his legs behind him. As she righted herself he spun on his heel, trying to strike her temple with another full force blow from a reverse round house kick. He was no Chuck Norris and the move wasn't perfect, She took the opening to jam her needle into his crotch and return his sexual counters in kind. She barely got a drop into her syringe before his airborne foot came down in a stomp to crush her into the ground, Her syringe had stayed in his balls and only served to piss off the embodiment of anger more. Taking out his pain on the crumpled body before it, Lewis' began repeatedly smashing her into a crater in Hulk like fashion.
To blind in his anger, he never noticed the Mars size meteor above him until it was nearly on top of him. He held it above him like the statues of Atlas holding the world on his shoulders. Noxica barely had the energy to poof out of the Arena to safety before Maggie called out her attack.
"Cosmos Crush! Times Ten Gravity!" The rock suddenly became too heavy for the Embodiment of Ire and he was crushed underneath it with a dying growl of rage. Maggie immediately undid the attack and looked inside the moderately sized crater for her master. He was there, scratched and bruised like an unwilling gang bang victim, sans cum stains, but the blood made a fine substitute. With a spell she transferred her own energy to him and he got to his feet with a sore gait.
"Well, looks like your not exactly in control, but you can get out of it no problem." Maggie said while offering her master some of her "Deep Fried Fleshy Bits".
Lewis gently pushed the snack aside. "I Think Noxica still has a lot to teach me about rage and anger...I got way too much bottled up and no will to vent it..."
"That'll come in time." Noxica said as she limply floated in place on battered wings. "Most Wrath demons just constantly let it out, but those who hold high standings are usually the ones that focus it in some way. You just gotta find where to focus it."
"Oh! You could totally be all Broly about it, just go ape shit when you hear a crying baby." Maggie joked with animated joy.
"Yeah, that'd go over well..." Lewis said sarcastically. "Well...I think it's high time we retire for the night...I got class again tomorrow, and if rumors be believed, then this "Scrote" fella isn't the most forgiving teacher the college has on staff..."
"My turn as the little spoon!" Maggie squealed as she ran to her masters side and squished his arm against her chest.
"No argument from me..." Noxica said sourly as she landed on the ground to give her battered wings some rest.
Lewis sighed slightly, too tired to voice his thoughts. It was a compromise to help Noxica "Feed" and Maggie synchronize more with Lewis. Lewis' lusts tend to run rampant in his sleep, making him sleep walk a lot and start trying to hump Noxica while she rests. When she was "The little spoon" she would use her powers to slowly sap those lusts from him and feed her sexual hunger, though she personally hated how he constantly held her breasts when she was there. Maggie however countered his lusts by enhancing his sloth attunement, this would make him hold her close and use her body heat to regulate his own in his sleep. The drawback being that neither of them would be woken till well past noon.
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*in the far off corners of hell*
Atrixia could barely stand on her legs. Her red skinned limbs saturated in her near black blood. Before her growled a Hellion, A Hellhound. Looking not unlike a massive wolf without eyes and twice as many sharp and jagged teeth, this "scout" of the Hellions had managed to get deep in her territory unnoticed.
She was caught by surprise two days prior when its howl had alerted her that she had an unwelcome guest. But what sounded distant was actually waiting to pounce just outside her window. The struggle to defend herself left her weary, and the castle had been rendered into piles of stone.
The beast didn't rely on sight, so most of her spells were useless. And the fact that the beast had found her inside the protective barrier of acrid smoke she keeps the place surrounded in means it has grown accustomed to the smell. She knew she had the power to end this struggle, but the risk was far too great. She had to remain hidden, undetected by the Council.
"Fucking shit!" She spat, audibly complaining to no one in particular. "I'm just glad I don't have to waste energy protecting the girls..." She quickly caught her breath and ran at the beast, leaping up at its maw.
The Hellhound snapped at her, easily catching her in its mouth, and instantly regretting it and she held herself steadfast to its tongue, her body glowing like embers. The creature yelped and snapped trying to graze her with its rows of razors sharp teeth, but she moved and wriggled to avoid them, keeping her glowing hot body pressed to its tongue. She sensed it getting desperate and leapt out of his mouth just as is tried to bite down on her, making it pierce its tongue instead.
