Trope World - Volume 1 Chapter 31 Rewarded For A Service

Pain woke me from a dreamless sleep. Centaurs surrounded me assisting the cause of my pain. One of the centaur’s was using the equivalent of a cheese shredder to rip the scared tissue off my stump. My left arm was there held by another centaur. Whatever this room was it spacious enough for them to work comfortably. I reached my limit and unleashed a blood curdling scream. My body shook and two of the centaurs held me down.

“Outer brother Melchior stop you must let the healer finish his work or your arm will be lost forever.” A part of me still wanted to struggle. I couldn’t stop fighting. If I stopped for even a moment, I could die.

I was on a white table that reeked of sterilizing agents. Piles upon piles of flesh had already been extracted from me and my health bar was near zero. “Outer brother, healer, what’s going on?”

“Tell him, I must finish grating away his flesh before I can begin reattachment. Damn your regeneration abilities. This surgery has already taken 4 days.” The healer said. Then my health bar hit zero and the pain intensified. He quickly finished scraping away at the rest of my scar tissue before stabbing a massive needle through my arm. “This is the needle we use when dealing with giants. If your body was any stronger this surgery would be impossible.” The healer said.

I screamed again as my arm was brought together. Green light covered my arm as I felt the nerves reattach. It was like being struck by lightning in rapid succession.

“The great Patriarch Chingus Chu has awarded you freedom and a place in the outer sect for services rendered to centaur kind. The plague within the crematorium was still active and it took the lives of many powerful cultivators. By restarting the fire, you allowed our dead to rest.” What did that mean? My neck felt bare. A heavy weight had been removed.

What did that mean for Od and I? I’m apart of the Black Moon sect since when was that allowed?

“Done, in a few days try to move your arm.” The healer said and galloped off swaying on his hooves.

“Healer Jochi Wang please let me help you senior.” One of the centaurs called and galloped to help the man. Sweat covered my face as I laid on the table.

“Congratulations outer desciple Melchior Nimrod Od.” The centaur said. He was of the mid foundation level with a BP of 3.5m impressive. My gamer body combined with cultivation really was broken. Zorg would be a real fight.

“So, I’m an outer disciple, I thought that would be impossible.” I said.

“There will of course be some stipulations. From the rumors, you must mate with a non-human and taint your human qi. That is necessary no matter what other stipulations are put upon you. I’ll leave you here to think about what that means. Please don’t leave, your arm needs time to heal.” I stared at my reattached arm. I could feel it reconnecting. My health pool was about to return and when it did, I knew the arm would be back. The scar would always remain.

The healer really was about to drop. The stitching wasn’t straight at all. I was their hero wasn’t I. Then again, the acid wound wasn’t exactly even either. My elbow joint was melted through my arm fell off. The joint was somewhat still there when my health recovered. It regenerated and flesh grew over the joint. It had kept growing over the joint until my health plummeted to zero.

Was this a ploy to give me to Gan in some way? If so, I would burn him to ash. My dragon power stirred for a moment empowering my body beyond its limits before plummeting again. I needed to slay a metal nascent soul monster to bring my dragon to the next level. Until I crossed that hurtle my dragon couldn’t get any stronger. I needed to cultivate and reach foundation stage soon. I wanted to fly.

The door opened and Hertha walked in wearing a black robe. She smiled showing off her pearly white tusks. They were capped with spirit metal. I didn’t know what significance that had. “You look like shit.” Hertha said.

“Alright,” I said. Her smile fell and she looked at me again.

“They took your collar off but Od fought them to keep your name the same. You must have made a good impression on her. Rumor has it she wants to adopt you or something.” Hertha said.

“I’m lucky to know someone like her.” I said.

“Hey, if I had her clout I would have asked for your freedom, citizenship, and entry into the sect as well.” I looked over at Hertha. She was defensive. So, she probably didn’t speak up at all. I let out a sigh.

“Am I in trouble for being at the fifth stage of qi condensation?” I asked. Hertha smirked then leaned on my table.

“You’re in it deep alright. They want you f.u.c.k.i.e.d quickly to turn your qi dark. Talks are going around some are saying you could be our ace in the hole.” I raised a brow. She picked at her green nose and flicked yellow crust on the floor. Her eyes were blood shot and she there were lines of dirt flowing down her face. It was almost as if

“You cried for me.” I said and smiled. She froze then let out a breath.

“Don’t get c.o.c.ky. I heard there was a pillar stage monster in the crematorium. The only way to get to it was to fight several foundation level plague flies.” I nodded my head.

“I didn’t know what they were called. I just killed everything between me and the fire. I didn’t notice any plague.” I said.

“It was in the air. It only effects monsters, a nasty disease. Only Devil stage cultivators can fight it off. That stage is four realms above my current stage. Nothing in the city could enter the crematorium without dying.” Hertha said.

“As much as I enjoy your praises, why are you here?” I asked. She let out a breath and pulled her robe’s tie. Large green b.r.e.a.s.ts capped with pointy dark green n.i.p.p.l.es were eye level with me. She hovered up above the table giving me a good look as the dark green pubic hair covering her womanhood. It was shaved in a triangle hiding her most delicate part.

“This was a mission by the sect. You see missions come with sect points that we can trade with this branch and other branches for nearly anything. I was the first one to take the quest when it dropped.” She hovered there careful not to jostle my left arm. She pulled away the silk blanket covering my crotch.

It took little time for her warm touch to bring my member to life. Dark qi spread from her aura and pushed against me. “Don’t fight it, just let me in.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?” I said and gasped as her nails dug into my prick.

“I said don’t be c.o.c.ky just relax and let the dark in.” She said and opened her mouth. As sharp as her teeth were none of them touched my member. Instead, I felt the warmth of her breath and the soft touch of her tongue. My body shook at the stimulation. “Stop moving or you’ll pull your stitches. You’re going to stay still while I corrupt you.” In seconds my rod was painfully hard and halfway in orc throat.

A tightness surrounded me and I focused everything on that feeling. She sucked, swallowed, bobbed her head, and m.o.a.ned. She was giving it her all to get the poison out. Instead of tightening up, I laid back and relaxed. Heat rose up from my member like a torrent only to be met with a sweet soft tongue and deep swallowing. My face heated up. I was getting close.

“Hertha, I’m about to” She dove down sensing weakness. I felt her tusks touching my groin just as her throat clamped down on me. I fought to hold myself together. The fingers of my left hand twitched as I gripped my right hand hard enough to crush skulls. Hertha stayed there with my c.o.c.k lodged in her throat. She clenched her lips and rung the rest of my spunk free.

“Salty and full of qi,” she looked me over before frowning. “I thought that would be enough to taint your white qi. I can’t feel a difference.” I had felt some of her qi enter me, but I’ve filtered my qi every second of everyday for a while now. Even when I slept, my qi filters changed out. She could turn all my qi black and it would return to white in seconds.

Hertha thrust fingers between her legs then shook her head. “We’ll have to take this further.” I rolled my eyes and thought about what to do. While having s.e.x out qi freely flows between us. Though my body was stronger, she had more qi than I did. A foundation base was much stronger than qi condensation. She was at the peak of low-grade foundation building.

“What’s the big deal about white qi anyway?” I asked.

“It considered holy by humans. Any human would fight tooth and nail to keep their white qi pure. Humans with white qi are far stronger than tainted humans.” That was interesting.

I looked her over. She had her knees on my stomach and her butt was in the air. Her hands were on my chest where she put all her weight. Hertha reached back and gripped my member with her left hand now balancing on her right hand. It was more of an act than anything else. Hertha could fly unaided; she had no need to distribute her weight at all.

“What do you think of me?” I asked her.

“I could say you’re the best I’ve ever had, but I’ve sucked my share of c.o.c.ks. I’ll say this I’ve never had one in my cunny.” Hertha said.

“I didn’t think you would be choosey about your first time.” I said.

“You would think that, but I’ve gotten very good at blowjobs.” She lifted her right arm and hovered. She raised her right hand and shoved it into her mouth and down her throat. “I have no gag reflex. My great grandfather captured a lamia and bred her. My line doesn’t have any snake tails, but we have a few perks from the union. Maybe I’ll tell you about them sometime.” She leaned back placing my tip against her cleft. She lifted herself further until she hovered over me with my member kissing her v.i.r.g.i.n orc clover.

Heat and cotton filled my head and my heart started to pound ever harder. With the last of my rational mind, I struggled to formulate a question. “Will you tell me why I forget things around you.” A smile covered her face exposing her white tusks. She licked her dark green lips. She let gravity take her.

Two hundred and fifty kilos of orc muscle impaled itself on my member. I hear a tearing sound and smelled copper. Hertha grunted in pain before lifting herself and slamming down again. The table under us shook the the concrete cracked under metal legs.

I would like to say I gave as good as I got, I didn’t. I was stunned in sensory overload. Pleasure chemicals assaulted my brain and my own green angel never stopped pounding her dark green p.u.s.s.y with my 13-inch c.o.c.k. A lot of good it did me.

I groaned with every pull as my orc grabbed her tits and pinched her own dark green n.i.p.p.l.es. Somewhere between the bliss of a tight formerly v.i.r.g.i.n orc p.u.s.s.y and a mind-blowing s.e.x.u.a.l experience, I thought of something. My partner needed to feel something of what I felt. This body had a lot of tricks right. My first idea was phantom limbs. That was scrapped for a more favorable skill. Quake was just the manipulation of vibrations right. Well what if I focused them in my d.i.c.k and toned them way down.

My mind was fuzzy, and it took a while to set it up but eventually everything clicked. Hertha slammed down and my d.i.c.k started to vibrate. I started slowly and cranked the vibrations up. She gasped and shook like she was having a seizure. When she clenched, I lost control and unloaded everything inside of her.

I didn’t think about birth control, tainted qi, or her comfort. I passed out happy that everything worked out.

S.e.xual Skill Discovered: Vibro D.i.c.k lv1; active cost 100SP; +10DEX

I awoke to a snoring orc still impaled on my floppy member. My qi was a white as ever. Eventually, I would have to come up with a way to cloak it.