Chapter 52: Chapter 51

After the brash and impulsive attack outside the Coven, now was the time for diplomacy. As such, the Hag Queen who had been present during the fight went to the Palace to go talk to Tullaris, Captain of the Executioners. It would be a long talk,and would take a lot of time to hash out the specifics, so Estaria and Filnon were advised to stay in doors and not go out into the city until it had been solved. Which was fine for the two, since they were going to put in some hours running dungeons to make sure they had a lot more power, come the next inevitable crisis. 

 

Though before they did that, Estaria would spend the two new traits on traits that helped make her feel even more important than usual.

 

Human Exemplar: All who live as humans look to you for how to do it. A most fine specimen of your race, you can garner the respect of them with a mere look. +10 to Stat Cap, Increase xp bonus from Human Racial Trait.

 

Human Paragon: The apex of your race is embodied by you. Merely a glance can show to others that you are the greatest among all who have ever lived. +15 to Stat Cap, increase xp bonus from Human Racial Trait

 

With the stat cap boosted as it was, Estaria felt it was not a waste to drop tokens on the remaining potions in the shop, selling out with one standard potion of each stat. She had considered them a waste of tokens with the stat cap looming over her, but now it felt a lot more fine to buy them and boost her. She was very close to the ceiling of 100 for her Strength, Stamina, and Constitution, and hoped to hit two more levels in this drive for combat. 

 

With new levels, and Filnon’s new swords, the A-rank dungeons were not as hard as they were before, and so after running the first one, Estaria let Filnon run them solo while she ran B-ranks to add more exp to the mix. Estaria wasn’t super confident about doing an A-rank by herself, and so just bullied the people in the B-ranks. Between them, they managed a good four levels and a few flashy items. Blood-Drinker was the one that Estaria was most focused on however, a special Khaine-alligned sword that really called to her.

 

It was dismantled, giving some Crystalized Blood which she took to the Workshop and found a blueprint for. A Hag’s Knife, Crystalized Blood, and an Exalted Blessing of Khaine was needed to make a real flashy item that would start a new quest. The fact that Filnon did not have the same item in her workshop was cause for great interest. 

 

“I’m a little nervous, to be honest” Estaria commented, buying the Hag’s Knife and adding it to the workshop. Finger hovering over create, but not yet pressing it. For her part, Filnon slid her hands around Estaria’s waist and kissed the top of her neck gently.

“Then would you like me to give you an order, pet?~” Filnon teased. Estaria’s toes curled, but she managed to keep her composure and look over drily at the Druchii.

“You are wasting no time, huh?”

 

The look of mock innocence of Filnon’s face was enough to make Estaria laugh, and with that, she pressed the create button, getting Dagger Of The Bloody-Handed God. Though just to piss her off, the quest it was giving was one that required her to be level 75 to obtain. With the way xp was going, that was quite a while off yet. 

“You are so tense. Should relax a little” Filnon whispered into Estaria’s ear, her hands sliding down Estaria’s front.

“H-hey, now. S-stop that” Estaria whispered, her knees shaking from the feel.

“Mmmm, try that again without stuttering, my little toy” Filnon replied, nibbling Estaria’s ear. The damned woman…why was her touch so arousing? Why did it feel like her body was on fire where Filnon’s fingers traced? They slid up Es’ torso and played with the woman’s breasts, making Estaria jolt and squirm from the intense feelings. Only a minute into it, Es was wracked with violent shudders, her thighs clamped tight, and a strangled gurgle came from her throat as she made a mess of her panties and the floor below.

 

“Impressive~” Filnon would coo, letting Estaria go, and grinning as she collapsed to her knees and panted heavily. “Will you crawl for me, little puppy?” Filnon asked, biting her lip teasingly.

“Don’t….push….your luck” Estaria stuttered between gasps, trying to regain some feeling in her legs.

“Haha! Sorry, I got a bit caught up there” Filnon apologised, in a far more normal tone, bending down to help Estaria up and to a chair. 

“Fuck…was that?” Estaria asked, staring at the ceiling, and the new traits she had unlocked with her leveling.

 

100 Constitution: Never Die - Death must put in effort equal to a dozen men to claim you, for you do not go easy.  Gain a second Critical Wound, half Critical Wound Penalties.

 

100 Staima: Unyielding Flame - Such is the depths of your physical conditioning that even  Poison or Magic can not hold sway over you. Negate all fatigue effects other than physical activity.

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100 Strength: Titan’s Arm - Armour buckles and Shields crack upon receiving your blows. Gain 25% armour piercing. 

 

Unyielding flame would have been helpful a week ago…But it was good to know that she wasn’t going to be getting knocked out from poison again.

 

“I was a little frivolous with one of my Traits. Dropped by the Cult Of Luxary in Hag Greaf and picked up a blessing from the Goddess Atharti. I can pull out the desires of a person with my very touch. Though it only works on people who are receptive of it. Were my hands to stroke that of a homosexual man or eunuch, he would feel nothing more than my satin-soft fingers across his face” Filnon would twiddle her fingers playful, as Estaria pushed herself up and stared with a soft glower.

 

“That’s cheating” she exclaimed, crossing her arms.

“Ohh? Did you not just hear how I said the person needs to wish it? I simply pulled your desires to the surface, it is you who wants to be played with by another” Filnon retorted, flicking her eyebrows. It was not something Estaria could refute, and so just stayed silent and blushed. Soon, however, the situation was broken up when Fukuri barreled through the door with a big grin on her face.

 

“I repaired it!” she exclaimed, showing Estaria the dress she had worn when fighting the Assassin. Es’ face immediately turned bright red, but Filnon’s eyes honed in like a predator. In a heartbeat, she was there, in front of Fukuri, stroking her cheek.

“What a beautiful dress, Fukuri. Would you mind modelling it for us?” Filnon asked, her voice thick and heavy with seduction. Fukuri stammered and then nodded, and moved to take off her current outfit, but Estaria - knowing what a nightmare that dress was - called out. As much as she would love to see how Fukuri wore it, she didn’t want the woman to suffer the endless need that it made.

 

“Don’t be cruel” Estaria exclaimed, standing up and shakily walking over. 

“Well, a model is a model. Fukuri, fetch the court corset, would you dear?” Filnon asked, looking over Estaria and stripping her with a tormenting sloth. When Fukuri returned with the corset and saw Estaria’s wet thighs and crotch, the young Druchii’s face blushed bright red. Though Filnon pretended not to see, and just took the corset from her, wrapping it around Estaria’s waist and pulling it tight. 

 

“It’s quite the ensemble, isn’t it? And the material..well, such things against the skin must feel quite good, I imagine” Filnon commented, looking up at Estaria.

“I-I, w-wouldn’t know” Estaria lied, trying to keep herself collected and together, and ignore the fact that Fukuri seemed somewhere between abashed and aroused. Not that the second one was surprising, Estaria’s body was a sculpted statue of perfection after all. 

 

“Hmm, so first goes on these fun little panties. Lift your foot, dove” Filnon ordered, bending down to slide the latex underwear up Estaria’s legs. Filnon stroked a finger up the side of them while lifting, not magically arousing, but definitely normal arousing. The snug fitting underwear nestled neatly into her crotch and ass, and Estaria had to focus very much on her breathing to keep calm. The corset did not help matters there at all.

 

And Filnon, continued to torment. A slow and methodical dressing of Estaria, just erotic enough to arouse but not enough to do anything for that arousal. Fukuri was staring, transfixed at the sight, and Estaria couldn’t help but kind of love the attention she was getting. Her cheeks were beetroot red at this point, and she was not a fan of her own feelings, but how could she deny them? This was no different from when Elane took her out on the town; both the feelings she had and the style of dress she was wearing. Though this tight, shiny outfit was far more eyebrow raising, the idea was the same.

 

“There, don’t you look beautiful?” Filnon asked, finishing up with the dressing of Estaria and beginning to brush her hair into a better style position than the unkempt mess it was.

“Yes, Ma’am” Estaria replied, only realising her “mistake” when Filnon’s brushing stopped for a few moments.

“Well, I am glad you are enjoying yourself, Tara~” Filnon replied, the damn pet name making her flustered and irate in the same breath.

“You are cruel” Estaria commented with a pout.

“Ohh, no. Cruel would be letting Fukuri do what she seems desperate to do to you, while I watched” Filnon replied. Fukuri let out an eep at the attention suddenly turning back to her. Shaking her head, she stammered out some incoherence, and then fled the room before anything could happen,

 

“You are right, that was cruel” Es commented, giving Filnon a soft shake of the head.

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