A Cold Welcome 6 (Patreon)

I am extremely tired.
Insomnia is a bitch. 

Enjoy lot of lewd.
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Isaac was a bit confused as he could hear nothing at all, not even the sound of his heart or the shattering plates as the cacophony of crass gassy bellows kept going. Isaac yelled to Irina as he pulled her out of the room, past his baby sister as Corrin was probably screaming, her stomach vibrating and churning as if a mad swarm of Snowbeetles were buzzing around inside her, yet Isaac couldn’t hear a single thing.

[Keep running! Corrin’s gonna blow any second and Father’s magic might keep us safe, but I don’t wanna be buried in 20 feet of snow or have broken ribs!] Arkyn’s message was the only thing that Isaac could hear as time seemed to slow down for the Blazer.

[Arkyn I’ll be dropping out! I have to make sure everyone has barricaded the walls!] Cassinder disconnected from the message as Corrin’s eyes opened wide, and she clutched her belly so hard it seemed like she was trying to squeeze her swollen gut into twin hemispheres, or pop herself rather than let out the titanic fart building in her!

Arkyn cast a [Mass Message] of his own, leaving out Arkyn and Isaac who were already on their own. He pushed his mana to its limits and targeted 30 people within the Manor who he knew would be able to assist in the instant defense or would need to evac as they were directly above Corrin’s behind on the second floor of the manor. [Everyone! Barricade yourselves quickly! A Flash Freeze is coming! Those above the Private Dining Chamber evacuate entirely!] Cassinder shouted through the message. Everyone knew what he meant without him needing to embarrass his princess any more than she’d already suffered for this.

Across the Manor, the other servants and Irrvasts had heard the slight echoes of one of Lady Corrin’s powerful belches. Some were fleeing behind the thick Ironwood Tree doors as the Servitors joined their Masters in barricading the walls. Then the [Mass Message] from Lord Cassinder had hit and the Irrgvast Manor was in absolute panic as they cast Cold Resistance spells or fire spells to make a ward of protection.

 “Why did they not drain her if she was having a Sugar Rush!?” Orion screamed as he had made a quick sled of Ice and was pushing Rold and a few of the other chefs as the others held the massive doors to the Public Dining Hall open.

“Orion don’t say that about the princess!” Rold shouted. The fat chef hugged the icy sled for dear life as it skidded across the carpeted and wooden floors.

“Shut the fuck up, Rold! It’s your fault, isn’t it! You gave her Snowcombs!” Orion accused Rold harshly. The Head Chef’s face paled as of course he didn’t! But he couldn’t say no, or Lady Corrin or worse, Lady Kaguya might skewer him like a fattened Blueskull for ratting on the princess! Rold bit his lip as he and the other Chefs on the sled were soon within the doors of the Irrvast Dining Hall. With many of the Clan’s extended family and their servants here, a dozen shouts to shut the door rang out as they could see no one else coming.

“Wait you morons! [Pillar of Flame], [Spire of Dawn]! NOW! SHUT IT!” Orion screamed out as the more brutish Irrvast took command of everyone in the Dining Hall. As the massive Ironwood doors slammed shut, a great pillar of fire erupted in the middle of the hallway, as well as another pillar just in front of the door, the 5th tier spell [Spire of Dawn] activated. The golden-bronze ornate pillar pulsed and warded the door as the noise of a gong emanated from within the pulsing pillar. Hopefully with those two spells in the way, the incoming flash freeze from Corrin and Kaguya’s asses wouldn’t manage to get in and cover half the manor in snow, ice, and sparkling farts! Orion panted as the [Spire of Dawn] had sucked out quite the chunk of his mana, and everyone waited for the inevitable. Trained Blazers, Hounds, Servitors, and Chefs huddled as if fearing for their lives from an incoming bombardment of artillery… which wasn’t too far off.

Cassinder found one of the doors hastily used for shelter and hurriedly threw Vaeril, Marcus-Barus, and Irina inside before he slammed the door shut and stood in front of it. “Lord Cassinder!” Irina squealed in fear before Vaeril put a hand on her shoulders.

“Relax! Our Lord can handle even the strongest love from the princess!” Vaeril said sternly. Keeping out his inner thoughts. (He has had all the practice in the world with the Lady of the Manor after all…)

Next to Corrin, Arkyn and Isaac were arguing in the [Message] as Corrin screamed and begged for her brothers to help her but neither could hear her, or for Mommy, Papa, and Sigrun to rub her stomach as it hurt so badly. But neither brother could hear their baby sister crying her eyes out and whining nonstop as her stomach now thrashed and roared like a Blizzard Bear was trapped inside. “Whyyy are you *Hic* ignoriiiing meeee you jerrrksss! Waaait brothersss pleaassee my tuuumy hurttsss! *WWAAAHHH!* MOMMYYYY, SIGRUUUN HEEELPPP!, NNGGGH PAAAPAAAA! NNgghg someone rub my tummyyyy!!!! Ohhhnnggggh *Wwaaahh* NNGGH I’M GONNA FAAAARRTT!”

[Wait! What about Sirin and Sigrun!? They are still in there! Won’t they be buried and injured!?] Isaac rushed back, but that direction was where Corrin’s ass was facing! Her donut throbbed as her whole body vibrated, a blue light seeming to shine from between her ass cheeks as Corrin screamed even louder, though with how weak Corrin’s voice was, it was half as loud as Sigrun’s commanding voice even with Corrin shrieking her head off.

[Mother can protect them, you idiot! Wait- Isaac grab Corrin’s legs and run left!] Arkyn mentally shouted to his little brother. Isaac nearly skidded in his tracks as he realized almost immediately what his older brother was planning. Without responding, both brothers sprinted at their baby sister. Arkyn leapt onto the wall, summoning his massive signature Ghostblade as using it as a stepping stone before he grabbed Corrin’s arms. Corrin’s eyes lit up in surprise as suddenly her eldest brother was standing on her tits, before grabbing her arms and leaping to the side. Behind her, Isaac hastily jumped forward and grabbed Corrin’s feet, and pulled as hard as he could. Together the two brothers succeeded in turning their baby sister to face the end of the tunnel and the rest of the Manor rather than the still-open Private Chamber with Sirin, Sigrun, and their Mother. However, they also succeeded in startling Corrin and making her lose all her concentration, the only thing that had barely kept the Blizzard inside her ass. Corrin’s eyes rolled into her head as tears pooled down her cheeks and her tongue stuck out, and the princess gave an almost hiccupy-moan before her bubble butt blew, or rather, the terrifyingly beautiful, soft, and behemoth mounds spread as the blue glow shined like an Aurora Ray in the darkness.

“Hye-EEK!”

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Corrin’s ass began shooting an almost solid beam of pressurized blue sparkling sugar farts, freezing everything it touched solid as the windows shattered from how loud her ass was blowing. Like a Blizzard during the Height of Wrath, this wall of sugary icy death came flying faster and faster at Cassinder as the sound of an entire orchestra with the volume of an Icequake was coming straight at him. Cassinder had less than a second to react as the wall of his daughter’s giga fart rushed him faster than an avalanche. Cassinder summoned his signature Ghostblade and slammed it straight through the floor, cutting Corrin’s fart in two as rushed past him and out the broken windows, and above Corrin’s ass. The ceiling bulged within seconds as the wood screamed for mercy, simultaneously freezing and cracking as Corrin’s sparkling blue blizzard began pumping through the floor like pressure geysers breaking through the Ice, before the floor above Corrin’s ass was torn apart with a mighty crash. Corrin screamed for breath and squirted so hard her pussy and tits both shot beams of their own. Her fart slammed into the ceiling of the second floor and cracked the support structures, before the gas began rapidly pooling and freezing everything it came into contact with. As if Lady Corrin’s fart was sentient and wanted to fill every last nook and cranny with her icy sugary gas. The first set of doors buckled on the second floor before cracking, as citizens outside the Irrvast Manor suddenly heard the mighty bellows louder than an Ice Drakken and saw misty blue gas from some strange beast blasting out of the right side of the Irrvast Manor. Some Citizens of Blacktorch rushed to help, before realizing this gas was freezing even the [Snow Wards] meant to keep the grounds warm and dry! Now those who had rushed to help were evacuating from the Manor at full sprint as the fart-alanche kept spreading through the manor.

While this was happening. Kaguya realized her darling daughter was about to unleash one of her notorious ‘Flash Freeze’ farts. Her absolute worst bouts of gas that had even been recorded hitting -160 degrees, almost hitting the legendary ultra blizzards during the Height of Wrath! As Kaguya’s own stomach rumbled and demanded she join her daughter in ripping ass, though hers would be far less destructive, Kaguya winced and threw her right hand out. Dark blue water flew from the Yuki Onna’s hands and swirled around the room, avoiding the paralyzed with two Retainers still paralyzed with their own gas. The water slammed into the doors and shut them, before instantly freezing into dark blue ice. Kaguya winced as her stomach desperately needed to fart as well… but knew that wouldn’t be enough to stop Corrin’s gas! Kaguya closed her fist and pure white ice erupted from the carpet and funneled all the frost in the room already into a miniature glacier. Confident that that would protect Sigrun and Sirin… Kaguya yelled as her ass was going to blow too! Making sure that the protective spells her husband had casted on the two Retainers were sufficient for the gas brewing in her guts... Kaguya moaned in relief and spread her ass cheeks. Letting out another roaring fart much louder than the two Retainers, though dwarfed by the titan coming from her daughter’s bubble butt.

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A minute had passed, and Arkyn had done the same thing as his Father, throwing his little brother behind him and summoning his signature Ghostblade. The mass of glowing phantasmal sword slammed into the ground, and Isaac was grateful for once for his brother’s stupidly oversized door of a sword. Corrin’s fart blew through the halls and finally slammed into the [Pillar of Flame] protecting the Dining Hall. The flames and gas made a massive detonation of steam, but the freezing force of Corrin’s butt would not be defeated by a simple 4th-tier Arcane spell as the flames buffeted and struggled to keep going. Blazing through the gas but slowly being overwhelmed, until the spell broke, and the wall of flatulence slammed into the [Spire of Dawn] with a booming echo. The avalanche of Corrin’s sugar-fueled giga brap roared at this offending shield pulsing with magical might, stopping the icy gale from freezing the world, or at least the Dining Hall. As the [Spire of Dawn] sounded off with a great pulsing *THOOOOOM*, Corrin’s fart was turned back and slammed through the walls on both sides. Filling the evacuated rooms with her gas and shattering dozens of items, faux-relics, gifts, tearing apart documents before blanketing everything in her icy wind.

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After two and a half minutes of farting, Corrin couldn’t tell if she was breathing or not as her stomach had shrunk nearly three feet from the fart. Corrin was lost in a world of icy bliss, tears, and drool pooling at her face as her tits still sprayed thick sugary cream into the air wildly. The Sugar Rush’s supercharged fart was finally coming to an end though as her fart had spread nearly 400 feet away from the Manor. A few dozen Blazers active at night, as well as some who had been summoned by the noise, were making a great shield of mana to keep the wall of frozen gas inside the estate of the Irrvasts. It was a strange spectacle as a glowing shield of mana rose nearly three hundred feet high, and just before the shield was a swirling sea of some strange frozen gas that had drowned everything inside. No one could see even a foot into this sudden blizzard! People wondered what sort of powerful bomb had detonated and why it was still sounding off, though a select few knew what this was and were mildly furious or secondhand ashamed, as Lady Kaguya Irrvast had done something similar almost two decades ago during her last pregnancy… Messengers ran to summon the Night Duty Valkyries and healers, make sure that as soon as the blue icy fog was dealt with, injuries could be checked and healed. A few brave Strakkad leapt passed the wall of mana and into the Icy Fog, their blue skin disappearing in a moment within the gas as the four-armed, icicle-horned children of Zarahi trudged through this blue-brap-blizzard to make sure everyone was okay inside.

Corrin’s enormous bubble butt was finally losing power. The endless beam from her ass was becoming a titanic cheek slapper which only made her squeal even harder as her toes curled and her pussy shot femcum again and again as her donut kept pumping out gas. Her ass vibrated and wobbled and slammed into itself over and over as Corrin was buried in her own fart completely. Corrin couldn’t even think, just squealing, screaming, moaning, crying, and riding the waves of her belly as her fart made the princess of the Irrvast’s orgasm over and over and over. Finally after over four minutes of farting… Corrin’s ass had quieted down to an almost normal fart, before finally her pucker shut. Corrin’s dress had completely disintegrated, leaving her bare assed and with a completely flooded pussy… what wasn’t frozen solid… Corrin couldn’t see anything around her and was gasping for breath and panicking still a bit.

 (Ooogsshgjghjhj… Can’t thiiiinkk… so goooOOOOooood! Nggghnnshh… Is everyone okaayy-AHHnnshshh!) Corrin was struggling with the aftershocks of cumming so many times. The bratty princess’ delicate pussy was throbbing, even her own breathing was enough to send her whimpering into another miniature orgasm or threaten to make her start squirting her head off again. Corrin’s tits had shrunk a good few feet both, a small lake of frozen milk and almost custard-like milk swirled in front of her. Corrin couldn’t see it, but there was actually an almost perfect statue of ice rising from the floor and reaching towards her breasts as it grew from the thick flow out of her tits from the frozen milk. Even though she’d stopped farting, her tits were still squirting milk and the freezing fog was still making the statue grow! In another dozen seconds, the ice would reach her tits, and like a frozen water pipe, her breasts would back up almost immediately!

(OOOhh! Why is no one answerriiing!? Nggghh I need to be miiilked! Waaaahh!!) Corrin was equal parts worried and horny as she was starting to cry, even though it had only been a short few moments since her disastrous fart had ended. The bratty Irrvast seemed to expect her Father, Mother, or Retainer to magically be right there to deal with her! Corrin could hear her milk spraying and her belly rumbling, there was still plenty of gas left in her gut as her Sugar Rush was far from over. This was just the disastrous effects of Corrin having held in her gas over and over to let the pressure build, plus Lady Kaguya’s fart finally setting off Corrin’s sympathy gas.

Cassinder and Arkyn both began to stand up, though Father nor Son could see in the fog, Cassinder’s frost protection spells had saved their lives, and Arkyn’s quick instincts had saved him and his brother from many a broken bone as Arkyn really wished he could cast [Clean Breeze]. Arkyn instead opted to cast a much higher-tier spell available to him, but right before he was about to silent cast [Eyes of the Silent Watcher], he felt a hand on his leg as Isaac used him to pull himself up. Despite the fact that Arkyn wanted to be annoyed, he let his brother hold onto his clothes tightly for a moment as Isaac stood.

 [… Thank you Arkyn for shielding me.]

[You’re welcome, Squirt. Do you have a wind spell to help here? I don’t have a utility one to clear the fog.] Arkyn sighed as Isaac was still clutching his body and he couldn’t see anything. After several seconds Arkyn was getting exasperated and was wondering what was taking his little brother so long.

[I can’t speak! Arkyn my beautiful voice is gone! I can’t speak!] Isaac was panicking a bit as Arkyn would have smacked himself if he could see his hands at all.

[Can’t you silent cast spells?]

[Why can’t I speak!? What did you do to me!?] Isaac accused Arkyn, even though Arkyn had shielded his little brother! He defaulted straight to blaming his brother… though this time he was actually right.

[You didn’t figure it out already? My spell earlier. [Hand of the Silent God]. Removes the user and the target from the world of sound. That includes talking.] Arkyn explained far too casually as he waited for his brother to be useful again.

[So I have not been made mute… Thank the Gods… Wait… what kind of spell is that!? Turn it off so I can talk!] Isaac demanded as even though he couldn’t see, he was now grabbing his older brother’s back and pinching his clothes as Arkyn struggled not to smack him with the broad side of his sword.

[I want the silence! Just cast the spell already so we can see in front of us!] Arkyn said, but then both brothers sensed it. Movement in the fog around them. Just as they were trained to sense a Snow Stalker or Blizzard Bear moving near them unseen in a whiteout… they could tell someone was coming closer rapidly. Then two… then three. Arkyn hastily canceled [Hand of the Silent God] as the two brothers rejoined the world of sound, and immediately heard their little sister screaming.

“EEEEEEEEEE! Get away from meeee I’m not decent! Pervertssss! Filth! Go awaaay! DIIIIEEEEE!” Corrin shrieked as Arkyn sensed multiple objects spawn in the air near them. Corrin was summoning her Ghostblades!?

“My Centurion! Please, I saw nothing! I would never! It is me, Uvor! Lady Cor-RIIIIINN AHHH!” Uvor, one of the Strakkad who had come to assist the Irrvasts as he knew of his Troop Leader’s secrets thanks to Isaac warning him, Vassi, Garrus, and Fii a teensy bit about Corrin’s body and that if she were ever in trouble, they were to take her to Sigrun or to the Valkyrie’s Nest. Uvor had never seen his Centurion like this, he had only seen her in duels and on that dreaded ambush they’d suffered. On the battlefield, Corrin was nearly a godlike figure as she silently cleaved others in two and her Ghostblades struck in duels as if it were a 1 v 10! Yet now-

*SWOOOSH*

 Uvor nearly screamed as he felt it. Half his Great-Horn had been sliced off by one of Corrin’s blades! He hastily threw all four of his thick blue hands in front of him, and just in the nick of time as one of her Ghostblades slashed deeply into his forearms. Uvor winced in pain but did not fight back.

“”CORRIN IT’S US CALM DOWN!”” Both her brothers shouted in sync as they could tell Corrin was about to have a tantrum! Arkyn did not know who the man yelling and pleading for Corrin to calm down was, but by his tone he clearly was trying to help. Arkyn did not know how the man could see in Corrin’s fog, but he knew that he needed to see right now! Arkyn channeled his mana and decided it was worth it. He cast [Eyes of the Silent Watcher] and braced for the impact. All at once Arkyn could see through the fog clearly, as well as see the room from a dozen angles simultaneously in his head as if he had 8 great eyes. The first time Arkyn had cast the spell, he had vomited from the sensory overload, and even now it was overwhelming, but he powered through as he sprinted forwards through the fog and darkness as if it were a clear summer day.

“Isaac! Sing to her or something!” Arkyn shouted before he ran at the Strakkad, Arkyn hastily shoved him to the side as not even a second later Corrin’s signature Ghostblade cleaved straight through the spot that the man once stood. Corrin’s signature sword cleaved through the floor as effortlessly as it did the fog! Arkyn did not say another word as he pushed the man away and leapt onto Corrin’s body. He saw everything clearly and new immediately why she was starting to have a tantrum. She was stark naked! But Arkyn did not care. He crawled up his sister’s belly as she screamed and a sword flew over his head, though even in her tantrum she avoided her brother, this sword was aimed for Uvor! Arkyn grabbed Corrin’s face even as she was screaming and crying, and then he cupped her cheeks, kissed her deeply on the forehead, before pulling back and talking to her.

“Relax baby sister. Relax. No one has seen you. It’s only me and Isaac okay? Your secret is safe, you are safe. Listen to my voice. Calm yourself. Father and Mother and Sigrun are on the way and everything will be fine. All right?” Arkyn said as Corrin could sense and feel her brother, slightly able to see him as the fog from her ass was clearing a tiny bit. The kiss on her forehead and his soothing voice made her whimper and nod, starting to relax but still stressed out.

“B-b-but Brother he-he must have seen meee! Uvor knew it was me he- he’s seen me naked and- and” Corrin was still crying and working herself into a bit of a frenzy. So that was the man’s name! Arkyn looked deeply into Corrin’s eyes thanks to the spell. Her pitch black sclera, her glowing irises that seemed to shift between as dark as the water under the ice, and as white as the cracks in the ice above that lake, shifting and warning that the longer you stared into her eyes, the more likely you two would be dragged under the waves. Arkyn used his sword and sliced the statue building up to Corrin’s breasts and was about to shout at Isaac before he heard it. A hauntingly beautiful note rung out, before a wonderous falsetto filled the air. It was the start of Corrin’s favorite lullaby. Isaac could not see in the fog, but he could sing! Posing to himself and doing a soft dance in place, Isaac began singing.

“Quiet down little Snowbear, there is nothing outside our den, the blizzard is here, our shelter, our hoooome. Hush now little Snowbear, our family waits behind you, come back to the warmth of our fuzzy lair. Sleep now little Snowbear, winter will be long, but when the sun comes, you’ll be mighty and tall. Hush now little Snowbear…” Isaac stopped singing for a second, there was no crying or screaming or whimpering. Corrin had fully relaxed… Isaac almost thought it a waste as he had memorized the full song from their Mother and had plenty more to sing, but all that mattered was his baby sister was fine now.

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 Corrin’s belly rumbled as despite all the chaos and commotion that had just happened, she was still in the middle of a Sugar Rush and was far from empty! “Little sister. I’ll be back in a moment. You will be fine.” Arkyn said with authority as Corrin nodded obediently. Her Ghostblades disappeared as Uvor was too terrified to breathe. Uvor realized he might actually have been killed there, and he didn’t even know that Corrin was still holding quite a lot back when her lesser sword cut through his horn and arms! If her Signature blade had been the one to hit him, even with her holding back her strength, there would be two Uvors writhing on the floor!

Arkyn disappeared into the fog to find their Father and get all this mess cleaned up. With his multi-vision, he could see other Strakkad crossing the manor’s field, and even a massive wall of mana keeping in Corrin’s Flash Freeze… Arkyn’s secondhand embarrassment was acting up as he turned away and ran for Lord Cassinder.

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Part 4. Cleanup, Questions, Love, and even more trouble.

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It was a… delicate cleanup. After Lord Cassinder had reunited with his son and hugged him, he was led back to Corrin and covered her in a blanket… which only covered her ass and head and left her feet, tits, and several feet of belly exposed as Corrin nearly started crying again. A second and then third blanket were brought and Corrin was wrapped up as if by a Shrouded for a Funeral Pyre. Still leaking, Corrin was led away as Blazers proficient with wind magic and heating spells were fighting Corrin’s fog and clearing up the Manor, revealing the destruction as several floors of the second floor were in total disarray as if a Raid had occurred, only one that left everything smelling of sugar and frozen solid. Luckily all the people were evacuated and barricaded properly… which only meant two things. Cassinder would have an absolute monster of a migraine explaining this… and Corrin still needed to be drained!

Despite Corrin’s squealing and whining, and almost having a second tantrum,  Cassinder firmly told his daughter that she needed to be taken care of by the Valkyries at the nest, as they had the massive private chamber that could handle her gas during a Sugar Rush! Corrin started crying and pouting and demanded Sigrun come with her.. and Cassinder folded to his adorable daughter. Soon Corrin was being lifted into the air by several harpies, wrapped up tightly in sheets with two thick clear cups on her breasts, the magic pumps were [Holding] enchanted and could hold a few dozen gallons each… but as Sigrun was freed from the frozen prison of the Private Dining Room and her shame for farting so much next to Sirin and Lady Kaguya, sprinting after her Master into the night like a loyal steed, the Holding Cups were already overflowing when the Valkyries landed.

Back inside, Cassinder sighed and rubbed his forehead repeatedly as other Irrvasts and Blazers and concerned citizens pestered him for a dozen minutes. They were all but ‘politely’ yelling at him if they knew it was Corrin, or freaking out and asking what had happened if they didn’t know the darling daughter of the Clan Head had just farted so hard she’d destroyed a few dozen rooms and windows of their Clan’s Manor. Thankfully, Orion saved Cassinder any more headaches by promptly swearing at everyone to stop being so “cross-legged and piss-dyed by a little girl!” and said if anyone wanted to keep complaining, they could whine after arm wrestling him. Despite Orion being a Blazer and an Awakened Irrvast, he was even more bulky and built than Cassinder himself, no, twice that! The man was only 32 but looked like a Barrel of Mead and acted like one too at times! With Orion shouting his head off at those who wanted to complain more to the Clan Head and scaring them off, Cassinder silently thanked Orion before heading back to his gorgeous wife.

 Kaguya was still quite bloated… her great orb of a stomach rested between her thighs and hit the floor, gurgling loudly as Kaguya gave Cassinder a sultry grin. Cassinder thought he’d had enough dealing with icy gas for one day… but seeing his Wife’s body sent his aflame.

“And so, the Lord of the House returns… weary and in need of a nice, vibrating bed to relax his woes away. But, he will find no such rest tonight, as he has stirred up quite the gassy beast~” Kaguya purred as Cassinder kissed her, ignoring the throbbing between his legs as he assisted his wife in waddling to their room. It was a far walk, but they would need all the sound proofing and reinforcement~. Cassinder could barely keep his hands off his wife as they walked, remnants of Corrin’s gas still all over the right side of the Manor.

“Tell me, my love, where did Isaac and Sirin go?” Cassinder asked, putting as much energy as he could into being a good Father before his urge to be a good husband took over… his pants nearly tore as he walked as Kaguya’s gurgling belly and her pouty lips, and fierce yet welcoming and loving eyes were driving him mad.

“If I recall~ Ooo. *UUURRRRRRRP* Mmf~ Isaac dragged poor Sirin to his side and chased off after Arkyn. Both she and Sigrun still looked quite-Ooh!” Kaguya moaned as Cassinder couldn’t keep his hands off his wife a second longer. His powerful hand stopped holding hers and instead moved to squeezing her huge ass. Sinking quite a few inches into her pillowy behind, her dress barely holding on after she’d farted a hole through it earlier.

 “Nngghh! Ooohh Cassinder we could be seen!” Kaguya moaned; they were still in the halls! A Servant could see them any second. And, one actually was watching. Though one glance at Lord Cassinder’s face told the Servant everything they needed to know as they ran away. Lord Cassinder would be claiming his prized wife and if anyone dared interrupt him, their head might be mounted on the Hunting Lodge’s walls. Cassinder continued groping Kaguya’s ass as she moaned and leaned her huge tits against her husband, her blimp of a stomach churned as Kaguya bit her lip before rewarding her husband’s fooling around with some of her own.

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 A chilly blast shook Cassinder’s hand as Kaguya’s big buns vibrated from the release. “Ooohh mmfff. You’ve truly done it you beast~ I’m more balloon than woman. Oooggh~! If I had eaten any more at dinner I think I might have beaten Corrin’s Flash Freeze!” Kaguya playfully pushed off Cassinder so he couldn’t grope her ass any longer. Waddling away a little bit, though making sure he could see the steady stream of icy gas from her perfect rear padded with pound upon pound of cloudy softness. Though Kaguya knew that was far from the truth, even at her worst gas her daughter had her beat by a magnitude or two! While Kaguya could out-fart possibly every other woman in Blacktorch save those chosen few that somewhat come close to her gassiness, strangely those chosen few ladies were all among the rarity of women that could call themselves Kaguya’s friends, such as the Bath Serpent Katia who Kaguya drank with once every few months, her little girl had already beaten almost all of their records! Her little princess was truly the queen of gas in Blacktorch! There was only one record Corrin hadn’t beaten, longest fart, still held by Katia herself thanks to the Thawmas festival two years ago… And while it was nothing close in terms of power, Kaguya had still been a bit upset that one of her friends had usurped her title as queen of gas… despite how much the women tried to keep that a very close secret.

Though with how her husband was looking at her… Kaguya thought her words might have given him an evil idea of his own. Cassinder loved what she had just said, the image in his mind of his darling wife once again becoming a gorgeous ball of gas~ And even he couldn’t contain his rather boyish excitement. “Oh really. My perfect wife, saying if I had just fed her more, she would become even more perfect~?” Cassinder kissed Kaguya as they were finally nearing their room. His pants were about to burst as Kaguya moaned from his third leg steaming in his chilled clothes.

 “Dear I… I really can’t take it much longer…” Kaguya moaned, her breath a sharp icy bite as she panted, her body was blazing with lust, which only meant her chill was even colder! Her panting was as much a warning as it was begging. If Cassinder didn’t hurry up and put her in her place right now… she’d force him down right here in the hallway and ride him till she farted into the ceiling or popped with his seed!

“Ah ah my Virrate~ You’ve given me a terrible idea indeed. Go inside and don’t even let out a puff of a toot. I’ll be back in a moment.” Cassinder said as Kaguya’s eyes widened.

 “What!? Honey your lea-*SMACK*- HYAA~! Mmfff Oooo you ggrrhh! Hurry up!” Kaguya half whined and half growled at her husband as he smacked her ass loudly. She almost farted instantly from the smack but barely managed to obey his command. Her heart was racing as was her temper as her womanhood throbbed and she could feel her thighs were positively drenched. Cassinder saw his wife’s eyes, the barely restrained lust, the neediness, the bratty anger. He absolutely adored it. Even as Kaguya grew large claws of white ice on her right hand and put one under his chin he grinned.

“I’m warning you my love… if you aren’t back in five minutes. I’ll-“ Kaguya’s bratty threat was barely even beginning before Cassinder deftly brushed her deadly claw aside, grabbing her breast and kissing her deeply as Kaguya’s belly roared and she moaned loudly into Cassinder’s mouth.

 “MMgggmmmMM!” Kaguya moaned as Cassinder broke the kiss with a deep grin. (Ngggh if you’d kept going for another second I might have cum! Hnngg how dare youu! I’ll have my revenge later for this! ... Hmph. Be quick my darling husband… or else!) Kaguya pouted and glared as Cassinder sprinted away without another word. Leaving Kaguya to pout and waddle her still-growing gassy gut as it churned all of the food Cassinder had commanded her to eat into a few more inches of ass, tits, and an inch of muffintop, and a dozen-dozen gallons of frigid gas. Yet despite how grumpy she appeared to be, Kaguya did not let out a single belch or fart, exactly as her husband had commanded. As she waddled and moaned her way into their room, her stomach churned and vibrated angrily. But Kaguya bit her lip and clenched her cheeks as hard as she had when Corrin and Sigrun were so distressed earlier, perhaps even harder for her beloved Husband.

Cassinder knew that his wife’s grumpiness was just cold air, she absolutely loved being teased and riled up and commanded by him. He also knew just how lucky he was to have such an amazing wife as he sprinted down the halls towards the secret ingredient to his lecherous and mischievous plan.

(Ahh my Virrate. Kaguya you truly do go beyond the words perfect! She will obey even my strangest requests, has given me nothing but love and the gifts of my children, and whenever I have needed her, she is there. I must make sure I am always worthy of the gift Great Zarahi has given me! Of the wonderful woman who saved me on that terrible day!) Cassinder thought as he leaped past Servants and other Irrvasts still cleaning up. Many of them knew the expression he wore though, there was no reasoning with him as he headed straight for the kitchens. As Cassinder ran through the wrecked manor thanks to his wonderful daughter, his mind drifted to the past, and how lucky he was to have such a woman as Kaguya.

Lord Cassinder Irrvast was right in the fact that he was one of the luckiest men in Blacktorch, but not for all the right reasons. During that sudden Whiteout decades ago that would have robbed the Irrvasts of their future Clan Leader, it was nothing short of a miracle that a Chosen Yuki Onna, a rarity among the rarities already, decided to save him on a whim. Unlike her Chosen sisters, and the lesser Yuki Onna who inherited their blood but not their divinity, Kaguya had no warmth in her heart for any of the struggling tribes within the Eternal Tundra… until this young man on the verge of death claimed her heart, her body, her soul. And that was no luck. Cassinder sometimes wondered in the dead of night when somber thoughts rose from the void, how such a perfect woman could be with him when there were so many better men in Blacktorch. He had fought for her, brought her past the Walls, married her, fought, again and again, even fought with her on the battlefield to prove himself worthy for her, to earn the child she had given him, becoming nominated for the next Irrvast Clan Leader at the age of 20, while Kaguya’s stomach was still growing bigger by the day with their first child. Cassinder sometimes wondered why someone as perfect as her was so obedient to him, with her power, with her looks that hadn’t changed since the day they had met, only getting more perfect with each child! With her sharp mind, and her stronger will, she could have been a wife to the King himself! Cassinder shook the foul thoughts from his mind as he kept running. All he cared about was that he loved her, and she loved him. After all… she was the one who called him Virrate first and changed him as a man forever.

Virrate. A word rarely spoken in the northern lands of Qyerath. Said to have come from the Shadowlands, it was often a joke between young men that if you called a woman your Virrate, she would wed you the next day. Though there was hardly a fool who would do such a thing, as there were many a tale of a one day love getting her justice after being fooled in such a way. Virrate… ‘My Purpose’ and sometimes ‘My Guiding Light’ was its meaning. It was sometimes used between a teacher and their most prized pupil, a parent to their child, and rarely between the closest of friends, but most often it was reserved for lovers who had found their perfect other half. When Kaguya told that to Cassinder a few months after their marriage, rubbing her swollen stomach as she was just beginning her pregnancy with Arkyn. Cassinder felt like his entire life changed that day. The goofball who fought with his brother constantly began to train as if nothing else mattered, pushing his bones to breaking as he perfected higher and higher tiers of magic. All while doing everything he could to feel like he earned those words from Kaguya’s lips as her belly swelled with their first child. Whenever he was lost, or when he had suffered, grieving the death of his retainer and of his friends, and celebrating their life in the Pyre, Kaguya was there, an endless beacon of comfort and love, and yet she could effortlessly scold him and set him on track when his mind wandered where it need not go.

Even though Kaguya obeyed any command he gave as if she were his servant, it was no wonder he began to call her his Queen. Without her, he felt he would be nothing. When others claimed he had no right to rule the Irrvasts at such a young age, Kaguya shocked almost every citizen in Blacktorch when she declared that any who doubted her Husband were insulting him, the King of Blacktorch, and herself! In front of hundreds Kaguya broadly declared that as his woman, if they insulted him then she had every right to duel anyone who wronged her, and would even make it a Drenghjald. When the young King heard Kaguya’s public declaration, even invoking his name and challenging anyone to the fabled duel of honor, he laughed and laughed and said that a Daughter of their Great God had declared her will, and any who did not listen, even the King were fools! Cassinder had been both smitten and terrified that his wife said she would challenge any who insulted him to a Drenghjald! Often a brutal duel to the death that only recently added the spell [Snapback] to allow the resurrection of the loser immediately after the duel. And she had done it with the King as audience and sporting a massive pregnancy! And so Cassinder surprised her. The day of Arkyn’s birth, he whispered into her ears. “You are perfect beyond words, may I become half the man you think I am, my Virrate.” And Kaguya nearly slapped him before crying and kissing him in front of all the maids as their son gave his first giggle, his small tuft of hair as white as his mother’s, with beautiful black sclera and almost white irises that proved he had inherited the Bloodline magic of the Irrvasts and it would be a trivial thing to Awaken him. Cassinder had felt in that moment, that he must have been blessed by Zarahi himself.

Cassinder’s thoughts of his wife turned from the past to the present as he neared the deserted kitchen.

While Cassinder embodied the phrase of Blacktorch that anyone could become a Legend if they bled and fought and grabbed their future by the horns. Kaguya meanwhile embodied the phrase she so loved, a phrase Irina herself loved too as well as many other Servitors. That serving the great was an honor most high, and without you, they would crumble. As Cassinder heaped more and more praise onto his wife and rose higher into the ranks until he was officially given the title of Irrvast Clan Lord at just 23, Kaguya strove to be the perfect wife for him, to be better than any other woman could be to make her husband a better man than any other could be. Cassinder did not know it was his fault his wife’s ego had grown so much, to the point that she sometimes sneered at lesser women when they complained about fighting with their love or their struggles in the bedroom and beyond. Kaguya thought of them exactly as Blacktorch thought of most outsiders. Inferior and pathetic. What sort of failure of a woman would fight with her husband, or produce children that couldn’t use magic? When the best way to live life was to give yourself fully to him and be given everything back. Kaguya knew that Cassinder lived fully for her, as she did for him. They were both each other’s Virrate. Their purpose, their guiding light.

Cassinder sometimes wondered why his wife lorded over other women and purposefully seemed to antagonize most of the other noblewomen of Blacktorch whenever she got the chance. He was unaware that he was the reason. Kaguya’s sense of pride had shifted ever since that day she had saved him from certain death, as this man with a scar above his heart barely hanging onto life spoke his first words after recovering enough to wake. “I did not know there was something more beautiful than the light… will you marry me?” And Kaguya had spit all over him in surprise at this daft young human with more courage than brains. Since then, Cassinder had only nurtured this ego and accidentally made her pride grow from a little Snowbear to a monstrous Blizzard Bear. Kaguya thrived like a true queen, living up to all of Blacktorch’s tenants. Those who provided could take pride, those who gave everything could be the most arrogant of all. If her husband asked her to spread her legs at a dinner table and conceive their next child with all to see, first Kaguya would make sure her Husband hadn’t gone insane, and then she would do exactly as he asked. Kaguya was his perfect gift and Cassinder was her wonderful torch. That made her life blaze with warmth and love. And her divine body yearned to fulfill anything he wanted, and when she bore him a second Irrvast? That had sealed Kaguya’s ego forever. Where other lesser women needed to have ten children before they could make just one Irrvast or other powerful Bloodline magic from one of the Clans of Blacktorch, all three of Kaguya’s children were Irrvasts and even more than that, they were all prodigies who had dueled master’s in battle twice their age and claimed victory, each of them impressing the King himself!

Cassinder entered the kitchen and shook his head of his wife and children… so that he could focus entirely on his wife~. As he looked around the deserted kitchen, traces of frost and Corrin’s gas having broken through the door, he entered the Dessert Vault and grabbed the cause of the disaster… A famous sweet that was plentiful in Blacktorch but could be sold for up to four gold each in other parts of Arkura! A Blue Snowcomb. Cassinder grabbed the chunk of comb, filled to the brim and oozing a shining blue honey, the royal jelly of the Snowbeetles only made by a particularly fat queen, of which there were dozens thanks to the Snowbeetle Hives tended to by their expert keepers, namely the Ice Alraune. A subtype of Alraune that only existed within Zarahi’s Wrath. Cassinder did not know why, but whenever Kaguya and his daughter had tons of sugar, it set off their stomachs and made them quite gassy. And nothing in Blacktorch was as sugary as a Blue Snowcomb. It was Corrin’s favorite snack ever since she was a child, and one of Kaguya’s favorite snacks as well. Despite the fact that Corrin had done all this damage after eating five Blue Snowcombs and her stomach was still far from done, Cassinder was gingerly wrapping the supersweet in soft paper towels. But then Cassinder’s ‘lower lord’ took over from his brain and Cassinder reached back into the cask of stored Blue Snowcombs and grabbed a second one, despite the fact that Kaguya already looked like she had eaten enough to turn into a Snowball if she didn’t let out her gas soon… Cassinder was ready to throw it over the limit. Cassinder grabbed a third Snowcomb and hastily wrapped it too, now holding what might as well have been a condensed bomb of sugar in his hands as his penis did all the thinking for the Clan Lord. Cassinder made sure all three were properly wrapped to avoid leaking out their ultra-sugary treasure before he sprinted back to his gorgeous gassy wife.

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While Cassinder was sprinting towards the kitchen, Arkyn was debating sprinting away from his little brother. Isaac had dragged Sirin out of the frozen Private Dining Chamber and now Sirin was following along obediently, despite how her human stomach sloshed and her tail was gurgling as her second stomach was still full of food and digesting. Luckily for Arkyn and Sirin, Sirin had belched and farted out almost all her gas thanks to the violent shaking Lady Corrin and Lady Kaguya’s gas had given her and Sigrun, but she was still quite heavy and slow and slithering as if she were laden with eggs. The poor serpentine Retainer was trying to soundlessly keep up with Arkyn and Isaac as her bellies growled and wanted her to relax and digest properly, but her loyalty to Isaac meant that even if she were three times the size she would still do her best to follow her Master!

“Squirt, come on, I already have a headache… at least let me sleep before giving me a new one.” Arkyn groaned as he kept walking, turning the corner as Isaac was right beside him. Sirin hastily slithered around the corner, her tail tip following a few seconds later as the Melusine’s stomachs gurgled and warned her if she kept shaking her belly up she would regret it!

Isaac would not be deterred at all, however. With a smile on his face as if he was doing nothing wrong, Isaac gave a small point at his brother while reaching out for Sirin with his other hand. Sirin hastily slithered even faster to catch up and hold her Master’s hand. A big smile crept on her face now as her tail wagged, even as her second stomach churned from the sudden burst of movement and speed. Her skirt shifted as her large butt swayed left and right almost erotically with her slithering, though her large wings made sure that only her beloved Master would see her body in such a way… whenever he finally asked her to…

 “I will let you return to your hole when you tell me what that spell you cast on us was! When did you learn such a thing?” Isaac prodded as Arkyn mouthed ‘Hole? I’ll throw you into a hole!’ but did not say anything. Arkyn turned around with a scowl to face his pursuers. Sirin gave a small bow and smiled a bit sheepishly, despite her large stomach she was gorgeous as always and gave a well-practiced smile, but Arkyn could see on her face that if Isaac was not leaving, neither would she… Arkyn glared at Isaac before finally giving up.

 “The spell I cast… You will say nothing. Understood?” Arkyn was serious as he even cast a Divination spell to make sure no one was nearby, while he didn’t cast a spell to make sure no one was prying magically, he thought that no one would be doing that, nor did he really have the energy to. Isaac looked at Sirin and gave a small nod at her. Sirin nodded before dramatically clapping her hands over her ears and shutting her eyes. Arkyn stared at Isaac like he was an idiot as Sirin’s horns bobbed, her wings flapped in an adorable idle animation as Isaac grinned and awaited his answers. “You’re such an idiot…” Arkyn groaned as Isaac frowned for a moment.

“The spell I cast was [Hand of the Silent God], taught to us Shadows by the King himself. It is an assassination spell, apparently, the Silent Weaver bestowed it to the first Blackflame King when Blacktorch was made centuries ago, and since then, she has repeatedly given her gifts to the next King, and his Shadows. It is a 6thtier spell that removes the user and their target from the world of sound entirely. Done.” Arkyn said as he turned around and began to leave. Isaac grabbed his big brother’s shirt and yanked him back, making Arkyn’s blood boil for a second.

“Wait! That is unsatisfactory, stepping stone! I demand more wisdom! That spell removed my ability to cast magic verbally, and you said it removed us from the world of sound, does that mean even our steps weren’t making any noise? Does that spell require you to physically touch your target? Why could you use [Message] to communicate with me? Shouldn’t a spell like that be 7th or 8thtier at least if it gave us total silence?” Isaac kept demanding more knowledge as Arkyn wanted to punch his pest of a brother but sighed and did not. He did however grab Isaac’s hand and squeeze it harshly, making Isaac give a slight yelp as he let go of Arkyn’s shirt. Sirin’s wings tensed and her tail twitched, showing Arkyn that she was either still listening and just pretending not to hear, or she was using her other senses and felt Isaac react and wanted to defend her Master but was keeping quiet.

“One. Stop calling me Stepping Stone, Squirt. You still haven’t beaten me in a duel once and that won’t change any time soon! Two. Don’t grab my shirt like that just to beg me to tell you things. You’ll tear it! And three… whatever…” Arkyn sighed as he took a breath and relaxed. Isaac was back to smiling as if nothing had happened as Arkyn now regretted saving his brother from Corrin’s gas earlier, maybe a broken rib or two would have made him shut up for a few hours… “Yes. That spell completely silences us as well. Jumping, kicking, shouting, it’s as if we don’t exist, sound wise of course. We can neither hear anything nor be heard by anything at all. User and Target are basically sent to the Silent Weaver’s domain. No, it does not physically require you to touch your target. It can also be cast with line of sight. Since I could barely see anything, I cast it physically on you. You should know exactly why we could use [Message] despite how the spell works, and also why it is a 6th tier spell the Goddess made for us Shadows to use.” Arkyn finished as Isaac went silent for a blissful moment. Isaac was deep in thought before his eyes widened as if a magic lamp had lit up over his head and someone shouted ‘Eureka’!

“It’s a hindrance to make the spell a lower tier! An inbuilt weakness that lowers the strength necessary to cast it! Like [Snapback] having so many restrictions on it and allowing a 3rd tier spell to resurrect a person even if there is just a pool of blood left as long as every other restriction is met!” Isaac proudly narrated his scientific discovery as Arkyn waited for his brother to finish so he could leave. “The Silent Weaver thought of so much… Truly Lady Irixi deserves her place among our holy pantheon!” Isaac continued as if that wasn’t already obvious to everyone living in Blacktorch. Isaac tilted his head as another thought occurred to him, a motion that would have made many ladies and a fair few men swoon as Isaac looked so dashing for a moment, if Sirin had her eyes open, she would have struggled not to have fantasies later of her Master. “Brother… If that spell is an assassination spell with hindrances to allow all the Shadows to wield it. Wouldn’t the fact that you can cast [Message] still and communicate with allies ruin it? And you said I could have Silent Cast a spell… while Silent Casting is a rather rare talent among Arcane Casters… most powerful people can Silent Cast their magic, and that wouldn’t work on many Bloodline magics such as our own that don’t require anything but a thought to work. If it’s like that… shouldn’t it actually be lower than 6thtier?”

 “Haaa, Isaac… you're forgetting the first thing. It removes the User and Target from sound entirely. Meaning no one can hear the user or the target. So if the target is unaware they are being targeted, and suddenly lose all ability to speak or hear the world. Their pursuer is as silent as the Weaver herself and getting closer and closer. By the time the target realizes they are under attack, they will be too close to escape. And by this point, many will panic as they cannot verbally cast their magic, only a genius, someone with amazing instincts, or someone who has experienced the spell before would think that silent casting their magic would work instead, or that they could use [Message] at all. No, if anything only a lunatic would think they couldn’t talk, but could use [Message] to freely communicate. Do you see now? I thought you were smarter than this.” Arkyn explained freely, though he couldn’t help but throw the jab in at the end. Isaac frowned as something about that bothered him, he now understood why it was so dangerous if you didn’t know about it before, and why it was a closely guarded secret of the Shadows that his brother probably should not have told him…. Then it struck him as heavily as Corrin’s hugs after her curves had exploded thanks to puberty.

“Brother. Does it silence objects that are in your hands, or attached to you somehow? Even if it leaves your hands?” Isaac’s face lit up as a terrible dawning hit Arkyn.

 “I… I believe if it is linked to you it is also silenced if you are under the effects of the spell. One of the Shadows uses an Artillery Driver made by the Dwarves and I believe he said something about it making the shots silent up until they exploded… Wait. What are you thinking!?” Arkyn realized his folly immediately as Isaac’s eyes lit up like stars. Isaac jumped in the air and grabbed Sirin’s hands as her eyes widened in shock, it seemed either she hadn’t heard or was not expecting Isaac to react so happily.

“Ahaahaaahaaa~ Oh my dear assistant Arkyn has told me such wonderful news! Together, we can come up with pranks I hadn’t even dreamed of! We’ll put on a show like no other! Arkyn, you must teach me that spell! Or use it with me so I can see through my plans with flawlessness I never thought possible! It will be wonderful brother!” Isaac was grinning as he danced on the spot with Sirin happily swaying and holding her Master in place, she attempted to curl around him in a stylish way like normal, but her human stomach sloshed angrily and reminded her she still had several gallons of slop in there and a few normal dishes stacked away too!

“Absolutely not you idiot! Only the King can teach it if you become a Shadow, and I will not help you with your stupid pranks!” Arkyn had had enough and did not want to be dragged into any of his little brother’s idiotic tendencies as he stormed off.

“Brother if you reject me so, I’ll have no choice but to become a Shadow and learn it myself!” Isaac called out loudly to his brother as Arkyn didn’t bother turning back. Isaac did not let his brother’s lack of a reaction stop him, though he knew there was probably no chance of him ever becoming a Shadow… maybe when he was Clan Lord some day he could convince the King? Isaac had big dreams ahead as he thought of all the possibilities… Silent Fireworks going off at the last second, casting that spell on Urthag and humiliating him in a dozen ways… perhaps making it so that Urthag would not hear a swarm of angry Snowbeetles buzzing in his chest until it was too late~ Isaac could do so many mischievous acts with this! He could-

*GGGRRGGGLLLLE*

*GGLLLOOOOORRRP*

 Sirin’s bellies loudly, and rudely, interrupted her Master’s dance of joy as she looked mortified at having interrupted him with her noisy digestion. All this shaking of her guts had made even more gas in her bellies as Sirin looked at the floor in shame. Until Isaac pulled her hand up to his face, forcing her to look him in his dazzling eyes as her own began to swirl with embarrassment and lust. She was cupping her master’s cheeks! Sirin’s underwear was starting to get damp with excitement. The large, soft triangular Pasty covering her most private bit had a bit of a bump to it as Sirin’s excitement was making her arousal back up into it like a blocked-up river! The Lamia’s pussy was pounding in tune with her heart as her eyes began to swirl. It was as if Isaac was part Gorgon! Sirin felt paralyzed looking into her Master’s eyes, her wings flaring up as all she could think of was what it would feel like if he finally kissed her… and how many eggs she might be able to fit in her wombs if her Master ever claimed her body before she was at risk of bursting!

“My lovely assistant, why don’t we retire to bed for the night and let you digest properly. Lest you end up like Mother or my dear baby sister!” Isaac grinned as Sirin’s heart thumped in her chest. Her tail wagging dangerously fast as she nodded. (He’s so close and so handsome and so gorgeous! His eyes are so entrancing I can’t move! Is my pasty about to blow!? Oh Isaac my Master when will you claim meeee!? I’ll never let another man or woman ever get close to you. I’ll be your beloved assistant until the day you make me your woman! Oh I’m doing it again I have to snap out of it!) Sirin’s lamia urges were kicking in, the desire to pick a mate and never let them go. Even if Lamia were one of the races that had the most amount of harems, it was said that while a man might have a dozen Lamia wives, if an unwelcome thirteenth woman tried to come in, she might disappear into one of their bellies. Isaac turned away from her and began leading her to his room as Sirin followed.

“Yes, my Master! Sssssss~” Sirin was all smiles as Isaac led her to his room. And while she knew he would not claim her tonight… she was happy enough to be beside her Master in bed.

“Oh! How foolish of me. I almost forgot your reward for being such a wonderful assistant. Close your eyes, Sirin, the surprise will make it better.” Isaac sounded like he was trying not to laugh as Sirin tilted her head exactly like Isaac did when he was confused. She closed her eyes without a word of protest, her tail still wagging, before she felt her Master’s hands grab her face… and his lips plant against hers.

 “MMMMH!??” Sirin nearly screamed in shock as Isaac’s warm lips firmly and lovingly stole her own. Her tail nearly thrashed back and forth as Isaac kissed her for the second time ever. Isaac had kissed a few boys and several girls before, but all of them only received his passion the one fateful time, Sirin was now the sole person to receive a second kiss on the lips from the mischievous and flamboyant magician of the Blazers and second son of Lord Cassinder. Sirin’s mind pulled a complete blank as her tail almost curled into a heart, the bladed tip digging a groove into the floor as her wings began to flare up wider and wider. Her hands were open and her fingers trembling as she had no control of her body whatsoever. As Isaac’s kiss pushed on past seven seconds, Sirin’s pasty was beginning to bulge and leak as her pussy flooded with lubricant, begging to be stuffed by Isaac’s cock right there and then. Sirin’s wings began to subconsciously wrap around Isaac as her tail began to uncurl, if he kept kissing her she would lose herself entirely and try to mate with her Master right here in the halls!

 But like Father, like Son, Isaac pulled out of the kiss in the nick of time as Sirin’s long forked tongue licked the air he had been standing in. Isaac pulled back with a teasing laugh, his cheeks slightly red, and his pants looking a bit tight. Yet he was nothing compared to Sirin who looked ready to squirt her Pasty clean off as Sirin’s let out a lewd moan.

 “Oouunnghh-ssssss Master you are no faiiir! I… I want more! Nngg No… forgive me… mmmmf!” Sirin was beside herself. Her eyes were practically hearts as her wings flapped once, pulling her tail out of the fresh cut in the floor that would be blamed on Corrin’s fart later, Sirin’s tongue lolled downright hungrily as she shivered with lust and fought to regain control of her emotions.

“Ehe~ You look so cute like that my assistant! I felt it was a fitting reward for the one who does so much for me. This night has already been great fun, and I wanted to make it even more special for you~ And I expect you to do much more for me in the future my dear! Now… if you're quick to my bedroom… you might get a third kiss.” Isaac smiled warmly, right then and there he looked like a fashion model with his gorgeous white hair, gorgeous face, and those gorgeous plush lips that had just kissed Sirin for the second time. His words overloaded her. Sirin’s heart was like a cauldron with too many ingredients, bubbling and frothing and spilling over the edge! Or that was her bellies… Either way, it wouldn’t change what happened next.

 Sirin lunged forwards, pinning Isaac to the wall as she suddenly towered over him. Slowly coiling around his feet and rising upwards as her wings completely blocked her Master from outside view.

 “Haaa Maaasster! I can’t- I can’t stop myself! I need you I need you I need youuu! Ssssss I love you so much Master please forgive meeee! SSSsssss~ I’ll make it quiiiick~!” Sirin moaned out, even as she had pinned Isaac’s arms and her bladed tail was snaking towards his pants to cut them off and reveal her prize. Isaac’s face was now beat red as he realized just like with his pranks, he’d gone a bit too far. Though his feelings were completely genuine… surprisingly Isaac was a late bloomer, and he knew he didn’t want to lose his virginity in the hallway even if it was to Sirin! Though drunken Isaac would disagree as drunken Isaac needed to be pulled away from others lest he grind on a handsome man’s crotch or be moments away from making out with a beautiful lady… But he wasn’t drunk now! Isaac could tell by the hearts in Sirin’s eyes… and the tail about to cut his pants off, that she was not listening to reason right now!

“Forgive me Sirin! I didn’t mean to rile you up!” Isaac said. While he inherited his Father’s brashness, he didn’t quite have the ability of Cassinder to tame his rampaging woman! Isaac opted for something else… something quick to get him out of this! His sword! The Ghostblade one not the one in his pants! Isaac quickly summoned his Ghostblade, the glittering rapier with it’s flowery crystalline hilt and icy mist appeared above him. Isaac closed an eye as his crotch was getting very excited, which only made Sirin even more ravenous! Isaac decided he would make it up to her tomorrow and only scold her a little bit after he apologized himself, before he sent the hilt hurtling against the back of Sirin’s head.

 *THNK*

Sirin’s head jerked forward, slamming into Isaac’s chest and nearly impaling him with her horns, but Sirin’s tail was still coiling around him as she pulled her head back quickly. Her eyes still swirling hearts… it didn’t deter her in the slightest!? (I wasn’t hard enough!? I forgot how much stronger she is than me! I should have worked out more like Arkyn suggested!)

“HAaann Masssterrr~ It’s okaaay I’ll be quick! Sssssss Just a peek… a kiss… maybe a few eggs! Then we can sing together and go back to normal~!” Sirin’s smile was as lusty as Kaguya’s when she was drunk and pounced on Cassinder during dinner a month ago… Was this just a cycle!? Even though they weren’t related, Sirin had picked up on a bit of Kaguya’s more predatory habits… or maybe she just had them by default as a lamia… but Isaac didn’t know how to tame Sirin like Cassinder could with Kaguya! As Sirin’s fangs came out in glee, her tail having completely locked Isaac’s legs and the bladed tip was delicately cutting his pants. Isaac bit his lip and knew what he had to do.

“Sorry Sirin. But, the show is OVER!” Isaac shouted as his signature Ghostblade flew back and nearly hit the wall before it began flying hilt first once again, picking up speed and power… before it went under Sirin’s skirt and into her bare pucker. Sirin’s eyes widened as the heart’s in her eyes shattered as she gave a shrill shriek and belch at the same time as her donut throbbed and her ass quaked.

 “EEEYYA-*UUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRROOOOOOORRRRRP!*” Sirin let go of Isaac as she panicked and belched loudly, her Pasty flying off as the pressure under the adhesive panty was too great to control. Sirin squirted and arced her back and wings as her tail loosed, and like a seasoned escape artist, Isaac leaped from her loosened coils. Isaac knew he couldn’t outrun her if she chased him at full speed… so he cheated. Isaac turned and threw an [Ice Wall] at the ground behind him as he ran. De-summoning his Ghostblade from Sirin’s sore donut as Sirin wailed and farted even louder than her belch before.

*BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*

A barrage of hot gas erupted from Sirin’s juicy cheeks as the Melusine shrieked in embarrassment, arousal, and panic as she realized her beloved Master had escaped her grasp. Before her Sirin could see a giant wall of ice filling up the entire hallway, and her thermal vision could see nothing behind it. Sirin hissed venomously as her instincts were in full overdrive, she coiled up on herself like a spring as her deadly tail built power, before the thick muscles unleashed a sudden strike. Her tail smashing clean through the [Ice Wall] Isaac had summoned, and Sirin swiftly tore her tail out and crashed into the hole with all her might. On the other side, Isaac was long gone as Sirin nearly screamed in rage and set off, belching and hissing dangerously as she needed to mate with Isaac TONIGHT!