Amazon Apocalypse 6: Chapter 24

I reunited with Sakura and Bridget back home and had to make a quick stop to get out of my armor, clean up, and relieve some of the pent-up pressure in my lower half from a week of abstinence.

“Ah... I don’t think I’ll be able to walk straight for a few days...” Sakura sighed into my shoulder contentedly. She’d taken the bulk of my attention since I was being extra gentle with Bridget.

“Sorry,” I said in apology.

On the other side of me, Bridget squeezed my shoulder. She was looking plumper by the day. It seemed to me that her pregnancy was well ahead of schedule. I knew she squeezed in some extra time each day by using the kitchens in the Sanctum pocket realm, where time was accelerated. Perhaps those extra hours were catching up with her.

“Don’t be sorry. I kind of like it when you’re ravenous and insatiable. Maybe I can lock you up in your armor for a week later after the baby is born? Then you can get real rough with me.” Bridget’s fingers stroked up and down my chest.

“Don’t tempt me, woman. I already feel ready for another round. But I won’t subject you two to that. I need to visit the rest of our family on Prince Herius’ world anyway,” I explained.

“You mentioned something about a plan, but we weren’t exactly thinking straight at the time. What was it?” Sakura asked.

“On nothing important. I’m just trying to get the Oni looking anywhere other than Crownhill. That way you and me can work on New Kyoto and the search for your father unimpeded. It’s turning out to be more work than planned though, so I’m going to stick Myrina with the tedious part of the job.” I shrugged.

“What could be so tedious that our man would come home the way you did? You practically tore my apron off me!” Bridget giggled.

“Oh, you wouldn’t believe it. Remember that sorceress I told you about? The one Frank and I captured?”

“The large-breasted goth girl. I remember. I gave her some of my extra outfits,” Bridget said.

“Yeah, well, you wouldn’t believe the trouble she’s been causing me all week. For some reason, she has the hots for Doomblade.” I laughed.

Sakura’s eyes sparkled with a familiar and dangerous gleam. “Oh yeah? Sounds like someone is trying to steal our man!”

“Let’s not get to hasty here, Sakura. I still need her alive,” I cautioned, holding my hands up to slow down another episode. When Sakura got that gleam in her eyes, things turned out badly for the other woman. And right now I needed Liliana alive.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry one bit, love." Sakura tapped my cheek with her lips in a gentle kiss. The anger in her eyes melted away and was replaced by something more calculating.

"You're not going to hunt her down and bash her in the head with your club?" I asked warily.

"Now whatever gave you that idea, dear? I won’t interfere with your plans. I trust you. And I trust Myrina to deal with her appropriately.” Sakura giggled, too, but it was halfway between Bridget’s warm and pleasant laugh and the maniacal cackle of a villainous mastermind.

***

We went at it like rabbits a few more times, and Bridget and Sakura both passed out before I was fully satisfied. I showered again and packed my things, which mostly included some raw materials like circuit boards and graphics cards. My mind had been idle while camping with the Black Knights, and I found myself going over different designs for enchanted devices and power armor in my head.

Toward the end of the trip, my mind kept returning to Reluna’s productivity enhancement device, which was intended to provide her with sexual stimulation the harder she worked. Now that I’d gotten started, more and more devious devices were coming to mind.

Thinking over my initial prototype, it had really been shoddily designed. I could think of a dozen ways a competent magic user like Reluna could twist, bend, or jam the machine at full reward settings without actually doing much work.

I would have to inspect the device for tampering and then program its successor to give appropriate payback. I’d already used the microphone built into my armor’s helmet to record nearly a thousand voice files of myself for installation into the next version of her productivity enhancement device. This new design was going to be something special, of that I was certain.

I kissed both Bridget and Sakura on the forehead as they slept, then nudged their sleeping bodies until they were hugging one another in a tight cuddle. They didn’t really like waking up to find I’d escaped their grasp, but sticking the two of them together like that was the only way for me to slip away without waking either of them up.

They really shouldn't worry for me so much. While I would be worlds away, the portal to Sanctum was still open, so it wasn’t like I’d be far from home.

Despite that, I snuck quietly out the back door and found myself in Sanctum. I was surprised at how quiet the place had gotten. Before, there had been hundreds of thousands of people crowding this improvised survivor-shuttle town, and each group guarded unstable pocket worlds that housed hundreds of thousands of more.

Now it seemed most of that was gone. The only people left were the Goddess in Jade’s worshipers, who I still had to drop off for her at some point. I’d get to it eventually.

The portal on the other end was still manned, but the guard at the other side recognized me.

“Legate Carter, it’s a pleasure to see you again,” the man saluted me. I vaguely remembered him as someone from Prince Herius’ legion. He was B-Grade, which made him one of the big winners of that whole expedition. Few had progressed so far during all that fighting.

“Just Carter now. I’ve returned to civilian life,” I said with a chuckle.

The guard kept saluting and calling me legate me anyway. I passed through the entrance and to the world beyond, which had transformed just as my mystic realm had emptied. A sprawling city stood beyond the exit to Sanctum, where before, I’d only seen the start of one.

And much to my surprise, it wasn’t a boring city of plain stone either. Someone had gotten it into their head to use the stone-shaping tools I’d designed and mass-produced to carve the large, blocky structures the golems had built into something more organic and lived-in.

The city still had a shiny and new feeling to it, but it was clear the people here were trying to recreate something from their previous home. In time, I felt confident future generations would never realize the bulk of the structures here had been mass-produced in just a couple of weeks while settling into this world.

But I wasn’t here for another round of sight-seeing, I was here with a purpose in mind. Well, a purpose, and maybe a few diversions along the way. Thankfully, I knew just where to look.

While lots of people had used my stone-shaping tools for artistic purposes, not everyone had used them for good artistic purposes.

Chief among them was somebody who built a rather phallic-looking tower right in the center of the city across from what had to be Prince Herius’ palace.

There was only one woman on this planet who could get away with making Prince Herius wake up to a giant erect cock outside his bedroom window. And there was only one woman who would even want to. Myrina was Prince Herius' little sister, and though they'd grown up apart, he was no doubt already learning what a handful she could be.

“I should have brought her home earlier. It’s clear she’s getting bored,” I muttered as I stared at the horrendous thing plaguing the horizon. Looking at it, I actually felt a bit self-conscious. Myrina only had one real example to work from, after all. In a way, that was my cock flashing the entire city.

I knocked on the door with a well-placed boot, in much the way Myrina often liked to enter.

“Alright, which one of you decided to live inside a giant penis? And why was it you, Myrina?!” I shouted, only to find myself confronted with an entirely unfamiliar woman.

For a moment, my stomach dropped, and I feared I’d jumped to conclusions. But a moment later, the woman overcame her surprise at my sudden entrance and turned to me.

“Oh, you must be Lord Carter! Lady Myrina is out adventuring, but Lady Reluna is in residence. I am the resident maid and housekeeper here at this tower.” The woman dipped her head.

“Ah, so this was a group project. Where’s Reluna? At the top of the tower, I assume?” I asked.

“The top floor is Lady Myrina’s personal chambers. Lady Reluna occupies the underground chamber beneath the earth. It may look like a dungeon, but worry not, those are her chambers.” The maid dipped her head again and resumed sweeping.

I looked down beneath me. Naturally, the giant phallic structure didn’t end on meeting the ground. There was a large and plump pair of balls hidden beneath the earth, and Reluna was inside one of them.

I bypassed all the doors by cutting through the Shadow Realm and appeared in the room just outside hers. I could have appeared beside her or called for her from afar, but I could tell she was using the productivity enhancer and was quite thoroughly restrained. Hearing some ominous footsteps echoing through the hall seemed to fit her predicament.

There was a heavy metal door before me that opened with a loud clank. Beyond that was a room that smelled like sex. And it was decorated like it, too.

Clearly, the people of this city had mastered the use of my stone-sculpting tools faster than I thought. They could already sculpt lifelike statues. In this case, there were rows of statues depicting women in various sexually compromising states. In a world without the internet, this was probably the closest thing to pornography. And Reluna had amassed a rather large collection of these statues in the short time she’d been here.

I shook my head at the sight. I hadn’t planned on touring Reluna’s goon cave today, but I probably should have expected as much when I realized she was living inside an underground dungeon shaped like my balls.

Reluna, naturally, was in the middle of the chamber and was locked in my productivity enhancement device. It buzzed softly against her clit as her exposed chest heaved with intense sexual stimulation. Her waist, thighs, legs, shoulders, and left hand were restrained, leaving only the right one available for paperwork.

“Huh? W-who’s there? Is that you, Myrina? Cyra?” Reluna called out. Her voice sounded hoarse like she hadn’t spoken for a few days. She was sunk deep enough into the cushions of the chair that she had no hope of seeing behind her.

I ignored her for a minute while I double-checked on my restraints and her work so far.

Judging by the massive and heaping pile of papers beside her, Reluna had gotten a truly enormous amount of work done. I hadn’t realized there was this much paperwork to do on this entire planet, and looking over her work a lot of it wasn’t. The stack of former legionnaires worth hiring barely made up a quarter of the stack.

Most of it was work related to managing the Samhain territories on Themyscira. It looked like she’d been going through the tax receipts from every business in Samhain territory for the last hundred years, searching for any inconsistencies. From the number of notes she’d made, she found a lot of them. As expected, the Samhains weren’t exactly good at spotting tax fraud. But Reluna had proven remarkably competent at it.

Cyra must have slipped these in when she realized what I was doing and that Reluna had run out of work for me. But of greater interest to me was what Reluna had been up to after completing the Samhain tax paperwork.

She’d started sketching new designs for elaborate symbol patterns based on her and my work on the Architect’s written language. When we last parted ways, both she and I had been somewhere between utilizing individual letters and occasionally whole words. Now, she’d pushed her understanding to new frontiers purely through throwing an enormous amount of work at the problem.

Reading over her solutions was like reading through the output of an advanced computer decryption system, only instead of bits and electrons, I had one horny Reluna powering it all.

As Reluna’s panic was starting to increase, I let out a chuckle and spoke.

“Calm down, I was just admiring your work. This is impressively done. I see you’re making good use of the chair. I can tell you bypassed the task management system, but instead of using that control to turn this chair back into a regular pleasure machine, you turned up the difficulty on yourself even more. How long have you been in this thing?” I asked

“Uh...” Reluna blinked at me with the hazy and dull-eyed expression of someone who’d been kept on the edge of climax for hours at a time.

“Hours? Days? It can’t have been weeks.” I gave Reluna a hard stare.

She gave me a drooling, cloudy-headed giggle in reply.

I shook my head. “Alright, I’m getting you out of there.”

“No, I... I’m not done yet...” Reluna protested, hips rubbing against the protrusions built into the chair beneath her.

“I need to make some upgrades to this thing. Don’t worry, I said I was impressed with your work, wasn’t I? I think you deserve a reward.”

Reluna was out of the chair in a flash, which revealed to me exactly how she’d bypassed my security systems. I’d patch that during my next round of improvements, but first I had a very horny elf to deal with.

I flipped her around a few times and inspected her. She was stiff from sitting so long, but also dripping wet. I figured she needed some stretching, so I grabbed her roughly and pushed her against one of the many nude statues in the room.

I heaved one of her legs up over my shoulder, spreading her legs wide, freed my cock from my trousers, and took her there.

She must have been on the edge of climax for hours, thanks to the chair, because she went into moaning, convulsing orgasms as soon as I inserted myself.

“Mmm... uh... ahh!” Reluna gasped.

I flipped her around again, arching her back as I pushed her face into the ground, then bent to one knee and took her from behind. She orgasmed again, and I flipped her onto her back to fuck her some more.

By her third orgasm, I was finished warming up, and we moved into more creative positions. An ordinary man would have difficulty hoisting a grown woman aloft, but I had no problems with it. Likewise, an ordinary woman couldn’t go without breathing for nearly a minute at a time, but Reluna seemed to love it.

By the time I finally climaxed inside her, her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she collapsed to the ground in a mind-numbing cascade of pleasure only something like my magical cock could provide.

You have drained 10 levels from Reluna!

You have gained one level. Your class, Sage of Forbidden Knowledge, has gained one level.

You are now a level 395 Homo Fatum Deus.

When I gave Reluna a poke with my toe, only for white seed to gush out of her in thick globs, I realized that I might have overdone it. Not that Reluna seemed upset at all as she rested half-asleep with a goofy-looking grin on her face.

I lay down next to her for a few minutes, yawning and holding her a bit before she fell asleep completely. It had been a while since I gained a level, thanks to being so far above everything back home.

I was pretty sure the only way I’d reach A-Grade soon was if I went on a mass slaughter campaign and wiped out the Oni, the Sages, the Order of Sorcery, and maybe anyone else I could find. But I’d already written that off, at least until the next crisis reared its head.

I had a hunch reaching A-Grade would make my little Chaos Dragon issue rear its head again, or if not that I’d be dragged into a larger conflict somehow. What I needed now was stability, not just for me, but for Bridget’s baby too. I wasn't sure this was the way to get it, but I could only do my best. Still, it might be a good idea for me to slowly nudge myself closer to reaching A-Grade, that way crossing the threshold wouldn't be so tough when I needed it to happen.

After relaxing with Reluna and basking in our shared sexual afterglow, I’d recovered a bit of energy and motivation, then stood and got to work on fixing all my planned improvements on Reluna’s productivity enhancement device. I’d swiped quite a few levels from her just then, and she’d regressed a bit from the peak of C-Grade to a way off.

She’d have to redouble her efforts if she wanted to gain all her levels back. Otherwise, she risked falling behind my other companions. Normally, motivating Reluna was a difficult thing, but I’d discovered the perfect tool for the job.

She seemed to really like my invention, which was good because she’d be spending a lot of time in this thing going forward. These Architect language translations were good, and I needed a lot more where they came from.

<Note>

Reluna is going to work very hard this book whether she likes it or not! Given the right resources and motivation, she could probably level up fast enough to impress even Carter. I'm sure Carter can come up with some sort of portable productivity enhancement device to manage her adventuring.