Damn right, I'm gonna get a harem.
She thought in the golden mist of afterglow, all that was missing was a cigarette and a glass of something sweet, but there's no time for a round two. The sun was going down, and God knows what horrible creatures roam the night. It was best to sleep, conserve her energies.
Ammy drifted back to waking with the salty taste lingering on her tongue, the smell of musk in her nostrils. Her yawn came in a whisper as she did up her trousers, noting her dick was back to being two inches, so she could easily tuck it into her panties. Thank God she didn't decide to wear a thong that night, but maybe Todd was into that. Loads of guys are into that. How small would it have to be, or maybe the obscenity of a bulge in a thong was a turn on for people and not just bookish and hentai addicts...
Nullshade, give me a status screen that includes the time I can easily access. Also, a map? And how easy is it to get laid in this world?
Time: 0357
Status:
Health: Sub-optimal, sustenance from a non-magical foreign source required
Mana: 38%
Abilities:
Mass manipulation: Active
Body manipulation: Active
Devoured skills:
Temporary abilities: None
Attained abilities: None
Hashtar Weapon(s): None
For map and cultural status: Complete Objective 1
A few quick, quiet stretches and shoving her thoughts of sucking dick again out of her mind, later, she crept to the window. Opened it a tiny crack to peer outside to see the base deserted and nothing observable moving. She snatched up her broadsword and stalked to the other side of the room by the door and listened for a bit to ensure she was clear before she stepped out into the cold corridor. She must've been too parched and horny because to her right, the entire thing was open like a bomb had demolished it.
Now she needed a sheath for her broadsword, some armour to wear, preferably light, with her having to use mana to keep her belly full. She nipped down the stairs and glanced in every room, found a flask and two rooms later, a sleeping skinny man. When she approached quietly, the floor creaked. He was up in a flash. Swung for her with a knife. She sliced his arm off with her sword. Against her better nature, she drank some of the blood that fountained on her.
Devour: Minor pyromancy.
Ammy had to avoid using mana, so instead she elected to chop his other arm off, swallow more of the gushing blood as the man panicked. Once again, shoving her conscience down, she went for his throat and decided to fill the flask. Pyromancy, she smiled and shoved aside the pang of bitterness in her heart, and indulged in more of his blood.
Devour: Minor pyromancy.
The owner of this blood is a minor pyromancer, minimal potential.
Type:
Minimal ignition, candle flames. Better for use as a reading light or lamp light at night.
Are you fucking me sideways? She spat out the blood and emptied the flask on the floor after taking a few gulps just for the sake of coming thirst and hunger. It would at least tide her over for a time.
Downstairs, after a thorough search that found her a broadsword sheath and a mace. She happened across a bow and arrow she grabbed up despite not knowing how to shoot with 'em. Ammy then fox walked her way out of the barracks and through the little alleys to the gate and was back in the open air, towards her destination. Hercan. She was a day and a bit away now? It wouldn't be too bad, she'd just have to find food and drink on her way over, and she'd be alright. Never bloody liked survival games, and now her life was one. But at least she got some extras with it. She smirked at the coming thoughts of indulgence and felt her dick harden.
How do men deal with this?
The midday sun was the same as the morning sun, dull and duller. Dull as bloody pop music right after a jam session to breakcore. Ryan was hot, and that man could drum like a lunatic on speed. She wondered what kind of music these people listened to while ignoring her regret of not bringing that man's blood because of her temper.
She currently sat at 43% of her mana, which means another sesh would net her some sustenance. But the issue was finding another outpost that was quiet enough for her to beat the meat. Eating zombies was more than likely disastrous, so she'd have to hope if she came across an enemy... cannibalism. She wiped her dry lips along with the thought. At the nadir of life, all is revealed, they say. She was not at the bottom yet. She hoped.
Two hours dragged by, and she sat in a small depression in the side of a mesa. If she climbed up, that would be bloody exhausting. Stuck in the same predicament but more willing... her hands wandered down, but before she could undo her joggers, she heard chatter of human beings nearby. Then the clomping of horseshoes, well, they sounded a bit heavy to be horses. Ammy skittered over to a nearby stone for cover to take a look and saw men dressed in full armour with maces, spears, and those on horseback of those magnificent stallions in full plate armour, right out of King Arthur held lances.
"The undead have reached the furthest outpost, have they?" one of the mounted men said.
"Yes, sir." another man on a horse she didn't see before, smaller than the horses nodded, "Apparently they're looking for a meal. We've not seen anyone out here that ain't one of Hamala's, Sahim's, Isra's, Klypt's or the other demons."
Fuck, these guys are hot. Muscular, they know what they're doing with those bodies.
"Right." he said, "We should return to the pack then return to-"
What's my name?
Carbyne, summoned to this world by the Nullshade project to combat the threat of Ephem.
"Excuse me..." she said and raised her hands to make a small approach, "My name is Carbyne, I was summoned by Tolmyr Nullshade to combat Ephem. The summoning went wrong, and I have been killing and fighting my way out of outposts and breeding holes."
The knights did not even flinch; weapons were pointed her way. Eyebrows were drawn down into grim glares, but they seemed to at least be listening.
"Nullshade?" the lead man said to another man who was at the back of their troupe. He wore hooded robes.
"There is no time, Carbyne," the man said, "We'll take this one with us, once we arrive at the forward base, we will make for Dorcus Seamine, she has a job to do for Salem Kingdom of critical import." he turned to the obvious scout, "Send word to Field Marshal Athoric Elizabeth, we have the Nullshader."
He galloped off, and Ammy fell in line with the men. One of them thrust a flask of water into her hand, "Do not use it to wash the blood off of you."
"I've gotten used to it," she lied and necked the water, "Thank you."
"Mhm." he took it and gave her another, "You will be treated well, you are a Nullshader."