"I see… I'm not against that," Hestia said softly, her hands clasped in front of her. "Your choices matter to me the most. But… I urge you to be careful, Damien. The dungeon is alive. It's dangerous, and it hates intruders more than anything. Always stay cautious. Always be ready."
"I will," Damien replied calmly. "I appreciate your trust. Honestly, I expected you to try and talk me out of it."
Hestia shook her head. "No. I won't. I trust your strength, Damien. Especially after what happened with Ishtar. All I ask is that you always come back to me."
He smiled faintly. "That trust means a lot. Then let's talk about something important. Your safety while I'm gone." His gaze sharpened slightly. "I need to know you're protected."
He raised a hand. "I've already prepared for that."
The shadows beneath Hestia's feet stirred.
A presence rose silently from the darkness, forming into a kneeling figure clad in shadow. The air itself seemed to tense.
"This is Adonis," Damien said. "One of my Shadow soldiers. At minimum, he's around Level 3. He'll remain hidden in your shadow at all times and is fully responsible for your protection. If you ever need anything, anything at all, just call him. He'll respond immediately. Understood?"
Hestia's eyes widened. She stared at the kneeling shadow, then back at Damien. "I didn't sense him at all… Not even a trace." She swallowed. "This ability of yours is truly something special. But what about you? Don't you need him by your side?"
Damien shook his head, relaxed. "Don't worry about me. I have more than enough backup."
Hestia let out a small breath and smiled. "Alright. Thank you, Damien. It means a lot that you'd go this far to protect me."
"Of course," he said, standing. "Now I need to visit Tsubaki. My armor should be finished by now."
He turned toward the door.
"Wait."
Hestia hurried over, took hold of him, and gently pulled him down to her level. She pressed a kiss to his lips, brief but full of warmth.
"Now you can go," she said.
Damien smiled as he stepped away, leaving the room with a lighter heart
...
Damien pushed open the door to Tsubaki's forge, the familiar scent of oil, hot metal, and ash greeting him. Behind the counter, the smith looked up from her work, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across her lips.
"Ah... Look who's here," she purred, setting down a polishing cloth. "Your armor is ready... but there are a few final touches. The most important is a perfect fit. I'll need to take your measurements."
She moved with a fluid, deliberate grace, hopping over the counter with practiced ease. Her eyes never left his as she walked to the door, closed it with a definitive thud, and flipped the sign from 'Open' to 'Closed.' The lock clicked into place.
Damien's smile was a mirror of her own predatory gleam. "Sure... Why not? I've got time."
He followed her into the more private workshop area, his gaze tracing the hypnotic sway of her hips, the firm curve of her ass emphasized by the wrap of her hakama. "That armor had me working late into the night," she said over her shoulder, her voice a low tease. "You'll owe me a mountain of valis. Now, before I show it to you, let me just—"
Her sentence died in a gasp. Damien moved with a speed that belied his casual posture. In one swift motion, he was upon her, his body pressing hers forward until her palms flattened against the sturdy worktable. The air left her lungs in a sharp "Wait... What— Ahhh!"
His hands were quick and sure. One snaked around to the front of her simple sarashi, finding the tie and pulling. The cloth loosened and fell away, freeing her heavy, full breasts to spill into his waiting palms from behind. He ground his hardening length against the cleft of her ass, the rough fabric of his pants a tantalizing friction against her thin hakama. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his voice a dark, possessive whisper.
"You've been wanting this for a while now... right? Well then... I'm going to take you now."
A deep, shuddering moan was her only answer. Damien's hand left her breast to wrap around her throat, not to choke, but to possess, to tilt her head back against his shoulder. His other hand devoted itself to the treasure he'd uncovered. Her breasts were a marvel—full, weighty, and perfectly shaped, with nipples that hardened instantly under his rough, calloused touch. He kneaded and squeezed, learning their heft and resilience, as his mouth traced a searing path down the side of her neck to her strong, toned shoulder.
Tsubaki melted. All her usual bravado dissolved into a series of breathy moans, her body going pliant against him in total, quiet surrender.
"Tell me," Damien growled, pinching a taut nipple between his fingers, sending a jolt through her. "You like this, don't you? Having someone younger dominate you? Play with you like a toy?"
She could only nod fiercely, her head thrashing against his chest. "Fuck yes...!" she finally gasped, the words ragged. "Take me... Take me!"
Emboldened, Damien spun her around to face him. His eyes, dark with desire, burned into hers. With a powerful, deliberate motion, his hands closed on the waistband of her hakama. There was a loud rip of fabric as he tore it apart, rending the garment and leaving her completely bare from the waist down. Her tanned skin, a neatly trimmed patch of curls, and her glistening folds were laid open before him.
She didn't cover herself. Instead, a wild, breathless smile touched her lips. Hoisting herself to sit on the edge of the table, she spread her legs wider in open invitation. "Like what you see?"
"Of course I do," Damien breathed, his own fingers making quick work of his belt and pants. They pooled at his feet, and his cock sprang free, fully erect and impressively thick.
Tsubaki's eyes widened, her earlier confidence flickering with a spike of pure, carnal awe. "Oh... my God... It's even bigger than when I saw it in the onsen... I don't think I can take that fully..."
He stepped between her spread thighs, his rigid length resting heavily against her stomach. She reached down, wrapping her fingers around him, giving him a slow, exploratory stroke as he claimed her mouth in a deep, devouring kiss. He broke the kiss, his whisper hot against her lips. "If you can't take it all... I'll just have to stretch you until you can. I'll mold your pussy to my shape."
He pushed her back onto the table, then hooked his hands under her knees, lifting her legs and pushing them toward her chest, opening her completely. The position left her utterly exposed, vulnerable, and slick with need. He guided himself to her entrance, the broad head nudging against her soaked folds. "You ready?"
A feral light shone in Tsubaki's eyes. "I've been waiting for a long time."
With a controlled push, he breached her. Her tight, hot walls stretched to accommodate him, a slow, delicious invasion that made her arch off the table with a guttural cry. "Ahhhh...! Yes...! I needed this...!"
Damien began to move. He started with slow, deep strokes, allowing her body to adjust, but the fire in his blood quickly took over. She was no virgin; she could take it. He gripped her thighs, holding her in place as his thrusts grew faster, harder, driving into her with piston-like force.
The table creaked in rhythm. Tsubaki's cries filled the workshop, unfiltered and raw. "Ah! Yes! Yes! More! More! FASTER! Don't stop! Don't!" He obeyed, angling his hips to plunge even deeper. Soon, her coherent words dissolved into wordless, gasping screams. Her eyes rolled back, her world narrowing to the devastating stretch of him, the relentless friction that sparked directly against her deepest, most sensitive spot.
"W-Wait...!" she panted, her hands scrabbling at his forearms. "Slow down...!"
It was the wrong thing to say. Her plea for mercy was all the incentive he needed. He redoubled his efforts, his pace becoming punishing, each deep drive wringing a breathless cry from her lips. Her body began to coil impossibly tight, then shattered. A final, choked scream was torn from her as her back arched violently, her inner walls clenching around him in a powerful, rhythmic convulsion of release.
Damien pulled out, letting her crumple onto the table, a trembling, sweaty mess. She shook through the aftershocks, chest heaving as she fought to draw breath. Finally, she managed to speak, her voice hoarse and utterly spent. "Fuck... Damien... You are the best... I didn't... I haven't... felt like this... ever..."
He looked down at her, a wolfish smile on his face. "Well... get ready to feel more of the same."
Before she could protest, he pulled her off the table and turned her, bending her over the sturdy surface. He gripped the generous swell of her ass, kneading the firm flesh. "I've wanted to fuck this ass since the day I first saw you," he growled. "Let's start round two, shall we?"
"Wait, can I have a minute to— Ahhhh!"
Her plea was cut off as he slammed into her soaking entrance from behind, hilting himself in one powerful stroke. There was no more slow build-up. He set a brutal, driving pace, pistoning into her in a relentless rhythm, his hands holding her hips steady as the table began to rock in time with their furious coupling.
...
After claiming Tsubaki, the air in the forge still hummed with the aftershocks of their shared passion. Damien sat on the sturdy worktable, his body bare and relaxed under her devoted attention.
Tsubaki, gloriously nude, moved with a new, intimate purpose. A measuring tape gleamed in her hand as she wrapped it around the broad expanse of his chest, her fingers lingering against his skin. Leaning in, she pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to his pectoral muscle before noting the measurement. "Now... on to the hips," she murmured, her voice a husky promise.
She gracefully lowered herself to her knees before him. Her focus was intent as she looped the tape around his powerful hips and the muscular curve of his ass, her touch both clinical and deeply sensual. But her professional task was quickly subsumed by a more primal need. After securing the number, she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned forward, taking the full length of his already hardening cock into her mouth with a practiced, eager skill.
She began to move, her head bobbing in a slow, deliberate rhythm that drew a sharp breath from Damien. The wet, heated suction was its own perfect measurement of his arousal. After a long moment, she withdrew with a loud, lewd pop, her lips slick and glistening. Only then, her eyes locked on his, did she casually take the second measurement of his hips as if nothing had happened.
Rising to her feet, she leaned her bare body into his, the warmth of her skin a brand against him. "I think worshiping your body might be my new hobby..."
A low chuckle rumbled in Damien's chest. "You liked it that much?"
"I've had sex maybe a dozen times in my life, okay, Damien?" she confessed, her tone laced with a reverent awe that bordered on disbelief. "What you did to me today has rendered each of those experiences useless. Today, I finally understood what a man really is." To punctuate her words, she trailed a line of kisses down his chest, over the hard planes of his abdomen, and finally pressed one last, fervent kiss to the base of his shaft. A shudder ran through her. "God... I fucking love you."
Damien smiled, threading his fingers through her hair. "Well... I like you too. Having a loyal worshiper like you is welcome... especially with Tiona now talking about creating a harem for me," he said, his tone lightly joking.
Tsubaki, however, reacted with immediate, electric intensity. She pushed herself up quickly, her hands planting on his shoulders as she leaned into his space. "A harem? For you? Fuck yes." Her eyes blazed with earnest hunger. "Having sex with you alongside other girls... it might make it more manageable to be honest. The thought of sharing that intensity... I want it."
Damien raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised by her fervent agreement. "Well... I didn't expect you to be this into it. But yeah... talk to Tiona, I guess?"
"Good." Satisfied, she gave him one last, searing kiss before turning away, her mind already shifting gears. "Now... back on track. I'll do some work on your armor now, making it fit your size perfectly." She picked up a hammer, her form a stunning silhouette against the forge's glow. "I'm surprised you wore it before; it didn't even look like armor your size."
Damien simply watched her, a smile playing on his lips. He decided not to mention that the system had caused the armor to adjust to him perfectly. Watching Tsubaki work the anvil in her current state—powerful, focused, and utterly nude—was a far more beautiful and captivating sight to behold than any explanation.
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