Jason Black
First Night Back…
“-And purely based on these preliminary scans, Jason… Your body- it’s a conduit for magical phenomena. An engine. Sure, your skin, muscle, and bones are significantly tougher than before to an almost ludicrous degree, but it’s this- this arcane loop of energy that piques my curiosity the most. Strength and speed, durability and stamina, those are all things that even I could boost with my powers, but raw magical attunement… Your skin is drawing in the Green. Absorbing it. I can’t even blah blah blah. Blah blah blah? Blah blah blah blah-”
It's interesting, the way a man’s mind works.
My body was being invaded by the biological feelers of a Life Witch capable of turning a fully grown man into a sobbing meatball of flesh and tumors with only one touch…
And all I could think about as I lay there, arms and legs spread in the fresh, dew-covered grass, was-
‘God fuckin’ damn does she look good.’
It wasn’t even subjective at this point. Biological enhancements or not, Amy Black - because let’s be honest, I was gonna marry this woman eventually - looked like someone had taken both Morticia Addams and Lady Demeter, thrown them both into a Ghyran-infused blender, and supercharged that bitch with raw, concentrated sex appeal.
I don’t know how I didn’t see it earlier this morning when I’d been biting at her breasts and digging my fingertips into her ass, but Amy’s constant channeling of the Green had changed her. Drastically.
And somehow, I don’t even think she was aware of it.
I watched her from below as she paced around my prone form, brown tresses flowing around her thick, curvaceous body like soft, fluttering wings. Her hair was long, having somehow grown past her prodigal ass and closer to the back of her calves over the past couple weeks. And the volume was different, too - even more full and luscious, its glistening curls bouncing with each half-distracted step.
Flowers, red and purple and a dark, mossy green, stuck out from within the depths of her hair as if sewn-into the thick strands by hand, but I’d seen them bloom there in real time as she worked her magic.
Even the grass seemed to liven up and flourish beneath her bare feet.
And her body…
That was the power of the Green Wind, and it was a testament to just how much she’d been cultivating it since I’d first given the magic to her. Unlike Aisha and Cassie whose arcane study and practice was almost entirely separated from their natural powersets as Parahumans, several facets of Amy’s biokinesis abilities held some sort of synchronicity with Ghyran, meaning she could experiment with her powers and deepen her understanding of the Green at the same time with no loss of efficiency in either.
I couldn’t pretend to know the deeper intricacies of how it worked. I was sure I could if I put my mind to it - hell, I was sure I could technically learn anything if I knuckled down and did nothing but study - but that sounded like Hell. At a certain point, ignorance was truly bliss.
And for me, bliss also just so happened to be my goth witch wife doing whatever the fuck she wanted to my body.
“Mm. You’re not even listening to me anymore, are you Jason? That’s hurtful, you know. I was excited to teach you more about your new body…”
Amy quirked a bemused brow at me, tilting her head and calmly crossing her arms beneath her freckle-splattered cleavage. The short, silky black nightgown she wore seemed to glint and shimmer beneath the golden-red glow of the setting sun streaming down through the glass ceiling, and I stared, mesmerized, as she gently swayed her thick, milky white hips back and forth beneath my gaze.
She knew what she was doing.
A dopey, utterly unrepentant grin curled my lips, and I lazily waved my hand in the air. “I’m a hands-on learner, baby. You know this. ‘Sides, what kinda school lets the biology teacher come to work lookin’ how you’re lookin’? That’s gotta be straight up illegal.”
Warmth flooded her cheeks, standing out amidst a canvas of rich freckles and smooth, pale skin, but Amy didn’t immediately fold. She moved even closer, long hair swaying with each soft step, and kneeled beside my body. The scent of her perfume - or was it just her natural body odor now? - was rich and fruity, like blackberries freshly plucked from the bush.
The smell alone kicked my body’s new instincts into overdrive. I hadn’t necessarily been soft before, which was abundantly clear by the fact that my briefs looked like they were struggling to contain a fucking tentacle monster, but now the stretchy fabric seemed close to outright breaking.
I hissed through clenched teeth when Amy’s soft hand came to gently rest against the throbbing bulge. My hips jerked upwards, a spike of electricity flashing through my caveman brain, but she only smiled knowingly. Her soft, full lips, colored the same deep black as her fingernails and toenails, seemed especially appetizing at that moment.
But I had a feeling she knew that, as well.
“Shit. Amy-“
“Shhh. There was one last thing I wanted to test, and it does require a hands-on demonstration. Do you remember what it was, Jason?”
Her right hand - the one that wasn’t cupping the underside of my shaft like it was a priceless artifact - fell down into the grass, where she began tracing patterns into the soft soil. Murmured words fell from between her lips in Magick, but I was well past the point of caring about what my hot witch wife was planning on doing to my body. I was just here for the ride.
“Skaeth yltha…”
When called upon by Amy, Ghyran was like an excited golden retriever; it responded immediately, viridian pools of magic swirling across the ground like whirlpools and dissipating into an earthy-smelling fog that rose towards the ceiling. Gnarled brown roots - thick and damp with the Green - surged from the earth and wrapped themselves around me, looping around my wrists and ankles before burrowing back down into the soil.
I’d had more than enough time to react, and the barest of tugs revealed that breaking free would barely even require any of my physical strength…
But-
“Kinky…”
I was totally into this. And now that she’d jump-started the engine, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop until I appeased this fire in my belly and left my girlfriend’s belly swollen with my seed.
Amy giggled breathlessly, her honey-green gaze turning smoky and lidded as she leaned down close to my grinning face, the gentle grip on my shaft becoming ever so slightly more firm and possessive. It took the entirety of her hand to wrap around only half of my cock flesh, but she made it work - stroke up and down against the silky material of my underwear, slow and unrelenting.
I groaned, deep at the base of my throat.
“Yesss…” She watched me, black-stained lips parted in awe. Her face was growing redder and redder, but Amy didn’t even seem to notice her own embarrassment - she was utterly enraptured as she stared down into my pleasure-stricken face. “There. That’s what I want to see. What I want to feel. Your blood pumping, your muscles squeezing, your body becoming undone… I need to taste your cum, baby. I need to feel its powerful, virile thickness coating my skin, gagging my throat, filling my body…”
She was chasing a reaction. She craved it. I could tell by the look on her face, and the excited neediness in the way she wrapped her thick thighs around my bound body and ground her core into my hip-
And I tried to resist, if only for a moment. Just to play Devil’s Advocate and not immediately surrender to my beloved’s extreme, nigh obsessive cum fetish…
But then her fingers drew beneath the waistband of my underwear, exposing the hard, spongy head of my engorged dick to the Ghyran-tinted air, and wrapped her full hand around the crown. Her palm pressed down with a steady firmness, squelching softly as it rubbed thick, creamy white pre-cum back across the sensitive tip.
Fireworks exploded across my vision.
“Fuck!”
Her eyes glittered emerald and gold.
“There you go. My big, horny dragon. It’s okay. Let your needy little witch worship your perfect body tonight…” Amy pressed her wet lips against the underside of my chin, planting a gentle kiss with a loud, loving smooch. Her mouth moved slowly, her breath hot and steamy as it glided down the thick arch of my throat, nipping at my collar bone, and sliding, slick and moist, across the wide muscularity of my chest.
Each touch sent tingles through my stomach, each kiss and lick forced against my skin with so much fervor and passion that I would’ve thought Amy was starving if we hadn’t had dinner a mere couple hours ago. And she moved so slowly, so intimately, that I knew we could be here, grinding against each other in the Garden of Eden all night, and she still wouldn’t have gotten tired of tasting my flesh. My hands clenched, muscles tensing with a power that yearned to rip the roots away and end this infuriatingly sensual game-
But then she was between my splayed-open legs, one hand working me over with that same soft, unyielding massage while her wet pink tongue trailed saliva down the middle of my abs, and any thoughts of breaking free fled my brain in an instant.
“Amy…” I growled, the tendons in my neck straining as I arched my head down to watch the smiling nymph. “You know I’m going to tear your ass up for this, right?"
“Mmm? Maybe that’s what I’m looking forward to, baby…”
Once again, I must ask-
Where did my shy, innocent little witch run off to?
When she spoke, it was mere centimeters away from the leaking, swollen head of my cock. She held it against her lips like a fucking microphone, her eyes shining with love and hunger and a deep, unnatural focus. My hips jerked completely of their own volition, but Amy’s two-handed grip and leverage allowed her a much finer control of my pelvis than I could manage without outright breaking my restraints.
She giggled again, low and smoky, before leaning down and pressing her dark, puckered lips directly against the sensitive slit of my cock.
“Mwah.”
I groaned.
Pre-cum dribbled from the twitching head like a creamy eruption, streams of thick, milky-white liquid spilling down my shaft and coating Amy’s hands. She stiffened as she felt it, watching my cock with wide, blurry, awe-filled eyes as it pulsed and leapt in her gentle grasp. “Jay…”
“Uh-huh?”
“More,” she demanded in a lustful whisper, her palms and fingers squelching in pre-cum as she began stroking up and down the hard, swollen length of my cock. Her eyes flew up to meet mine, and I could see it in her - the yearning. The amazement. The need. For most people, I imagine it would’ve been an almost intimidating sight; bound by magical roots with a cum-hungry witch kneeling between your legs, demanding your seed. Her intensity was borderline inhuman.
But through the haze of pleasure and lust pressing in on my brain from all angles, I saw no red flags. Just green ones.
Green and golden, staring up at me with such fervor that I couldn’t even imagine saying no.
So I only grinned, and tilted my head. “Mm. And what, exactly, are you waitin’ on?”
Amy’s eyes flashed. “What’s that phrase you like to use? … ‘Say less’.”
Those proved to be fighting words, apparently, because the speed in which she impaled her throat on the head of my cock nearly ripped the breath straight out of my chest.
She didn’t just suck.
She devoured.
I slammed my head back into the grass, immediately using Cutting Loose to dial back my physical strength until it was no greater than peak human - otherwise I would’ve broke right through the roots and tangled my fingers so deeply into Amy’s hair that she’d never be able to pull herself off of my cock.
Though, it didn’t seem like she’d even want to.
The Garden of Eden was quickly filled with the loud, wet, and sinful squelching of one of, if not the most intense blowjob I’d ever received - both on Earth Bet, and off.
It took all I had just to hold on and not completely come undone as she double-pumped the slick, saliva-coated base of my shaft and furiously bobbed her head up and down the eight or so inches that remained. Somewhere between half a month ago and now she must’ve found a way to completely remove her gag reflex-
Because she was taking me down through the very base of her throat, and the only sounds she made were these needy, satisfied little groans that did nothing but send pleasurable vibrations up and down the entirety of my shaft. Her hair fell like waterfalls around my thighs and across the dewy grass, flowers sinking into silky brown curls and blooming in different spots before my very eyes.
The Green surrounded her just as it surrounded me, flowing through her body and flushing her pale, freckled skin with light and vitality. It seemed to be feeding off of her own energy, revitalizing her lungs just enough to keep her breath steady and full in her chest and her movements persistent.
And somehow, someway, Amy managed to look like the most beautiful woman in the world even with her mascara running down her cheeks and her pretty black lips spread wide and tight around the pillar of dark brown flesh that was my cock.
“Goddess,” I groaned, eyelids fluttering, a dopey, lovestruck grin blooming wide and crooked on my face, “You are a fuckin’ Goddess…”
Her eyes flashed green, and the steady, unyielding rhythm of her pumping stuttered - just once, messing up the rhythm, but she brought it back with ease. But her movement sped up, faster and faster until her hands were a blur and her head was bobbing up and down with so much fervent aggression that even my considerable willpower began to crack.
SQUELCH!
And crack.
“Mmmf, mmmh, MMMMF~!”
And crack.
Until, several loud, dirty, pleasure-filled minutes later-
My climax hit me like a meteor.
Not for the first time, stars scattered across my vision, but I kept my eyes open and trained on the woman who’d pushed me to this point. Amy’s mouth was locked in place, jaw stretched to its limits, throat working overtime as she swallowed what felt like an endless explosion of hot, spurting liquid straight down the gullet.
It was more than she or I had expected, even with her powers giving her a biological blueprint of my seminal production. Much more. I could see it in her body. In the twitching of her shoulders. The way her breath hitched in her nose. She was losing a battle that she’d been utterly determined to win, and she damn well knew it.
In fact, as I collapsed back and simply let myself release, groaning through the pleasure and mindlessly fucking my spurting dick even deeper into her mouth-pussy, I could feel the moment she was overwhelmed and decided to just let herself be defeated. That first deep gulp turned into a second, and then a third, and then she released a helpless, pleasure-filled wail on the fourth as the taste finally registered in her cum-drunk brain and sent a violent orgasm ripping its way through her body.
Amy jerked back with a strangled groan and a loud, desperate gasp for air, her lips still shiny and glistening, a thick string of pearlescent cum connecting her mouth to the head of my twitching cock. Her eyes were glassy, pupils blown so wide the green and gold was nearly eclipsed by black. She blinked rapidly, struggling for breath, looking every bit like a druggie who’d just had the greatest hit of their fucking life.
And then a dollop of milky white splattered across her chin, dripping thick and viscous down into the massive, heaving valley of her freckled breasts, and she nearly came again just from the realization that my balls weren’t even close to done yet.
“H-holy shit…” she breathed shakily, her voice near slurring. “My God…”
I couldn’t help it.
I chuckled.
“Who, me?”
She didn’t bother responding with words. To be honest, I don’t even think she heard me.
Amy’s small, dripping hands found my length again, trembling and shaking as she wrapped them around the base of my cock, gliding her fingers up and down the thick, throbbing under vein. She guided it towards her cum-slickened chest with a slow, almost maternal tenderness, smothering my shaft between her heaving breasts and kneading them together as she let the remainder of my overactive cumshot coat her upper body in ivory.
It sprayed across her collarbone. Glazed her right cheek. Her lips. Even her hair caught some of it, though it thankfully managed to avoid subjecting one of her flowers to a fate worse than death. Through it all, Amy moaned and ground her sopping wet pussy against my bare thigh like she was the one being fucked to orgasm - though, judging by the way she was moving, I didn’t doubt that she’d already came several times purely from servicing me.
She kept my hard dick buried between her glazed tits even after the last drop was wrung out, moving her chest up and down as she fondled and squeezed and worshipped my swollen balls with her hands and fingers.
That burning heat in my gut was now a smoldering flame. Sated, if only for now.
For a while, the only noise that existed in the Garden was the sound of my breathing as I slowly came back down from that crazy orgasmic high, and Amy’s quiet, husky groans as she worked herself over on my leg and stared down at my cock like it was the greatest thing since sliced bread.
It was only after I let out a deep, satisfied sigh, dialed my strength back up to roughly fifty percent, and casually ripped away the Ghyran-infused roots to stroke my lover’s cheek that she seemed to come out of her cum haze. She blinked sleepily, staring up into my eyes, before smiling wide and nuzzling her face against my knuckles..
“You…” she breathed, kissing my palm and licking away the creamy trace of cum that her lips left behind, “are a monster, Jason Black. A beautiful, sexy, deific monster.”
Her hoarse voice was dreamy, reverent, still thick and shaky with equal parts lust and exhaustion. I stroked the damp strands of hair off her flushed, glowing face, and let my fingers trail down her cheek, then to the hollow of her throat, where her pulse fluttered madly beneath her sweaty, soiled skin. The Green danced across her pale flesh in undulating streams of shimmering viridian, warm and comforting in its post-coital embrace, but even Mother Nature’s kiss had nothing on the heat radiating from her body.
Amy’s cheeks were flushed a deep, scarlet red - the first trickles of embarrassment showing its face now that she could no longer shield it behind her new ‘goth dommy mommy’ persona.
A shame, that.
Because I wasn’t finished. Not even close.
“And you have been doing some crazy training, huh?” I chuckled, shaking my head in wonder. “The dirty talk. The lack of a gag reflex. The face-fucking. What the hell did I miss, sweetheart? ‘Cause you were fucking amazing.”
The blush slowly made its way to her ears.
“Lots and lots of filthy, dirty BDSM porn,” she muttered, scrunching her shoulders and trying - in vain, might I add - to hide her crimson cheeks behind my still-hard cock. When she realized the futility of her actions, Amy sighed and nuzzled her warm face against the underside of my twitching shaft. “... Sherrel helped, too. And Sabah. I told them about my, um- my kinks, and they gave me a lot of advice…”
I raised a curious eyebrow, holding back the masculine urge to slip the head of my dick back between those soft, pillowy lips. “What kinda advice?”
Amy smiled again, leaning forward ever so slightly to place a soft, loving kiss against the tower of meat casting a shadow across her face. “Secret advice that will forever stay between us girl friends, and not a nosy, horny lizard.”
“Fair,” I clicked my teeth, flashing an utterly relaxed grin. “I am nosy as fuck.”
“Mm.”
“And I am still really, really horny.”
Her whole body twitched.
“I am too. Trust me,” Amy breathed, narrowing her eyes up at me and doing her utmost not to look too nervous and excited, “but you, sir, are underestimating the sheer quality of your cum. The magical richness. The flavor. It’s like- like purified, liquid mana. Two whole liters of it. I can still feel it buzzing in my stomach, and the taste alone made me orgasm, like, six times, Jason. Your bodily fluids are an aphrodisiac, if you’d forgotten.”
I actually did forget.
“I actually didn’t forget,” I lied like a dirty liar, and judging by the way she rolled her eyes, Amy no doubt sensed it. “Not that it matters. I promised you, didn’t I?”
“... You did,” she agreed hesitantly, now attempting to hide her smile behind my testicles. Considering they were both roughly the size of apples now, it went moderately better than last time.
Not that it mattered.
That smolder was, once again, a bonfire. And while the blowjob was phenomenal, something intrinsic and core to my very being desired that primal, dominant, and freeing sensation of breeding.
“I wanna breed you,” I stated bluntly, tilting my head to the side. “Over, and over, and over again. Might wanna get that healing magic ready, baby-cakes.”
Amy opened her mouth, but all she managed was a squeaky inhalation before I reached out with a wave of will and yanked her into the air beneath the power of raw Aethyric magic.
“J-Jason!” she shrieked in giddy surprise, spinning uncontrollably fifteen feet in the air for maybe half a second before I pressed myself off of the ground and caught her in a smooth, floating bridal carry.
“Superman,” I corrected with a lazy grin. “Shit. Always wanted to do that.”
“D-dork...”
My arms were solid under her thighs and the small of her back, and she clung to me on sheer instinct - giggling, panting, flushed with a heady, nervous desire. Her bare breasts slid wetly against my chest, soft and full, smeared with the faint sheen of her own sweat and what remained of my cum. I easily flipped Amy around in my arms, freeing a raspy gasp from her used throat that dipped into a whine as her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.
I glided one clawed finger down the front of her body, slicing through the silky black fabric of her nightie, ghosting past her soft, healthy tummy, and splitting her soaked, lacy panties in half.
A thin, clear line of her fragrant juices stuck to the tip of my claw as I pulled it away, and Amy whimpered, wrapping her bare, freckled arms around my shoulders and hiding her burning face against my neck.
I, of course, wasted no time licking the digit clean.“Mmm… citrusy. You been eating oranges?”
The tiniest of pinches against my collar bone was the only response I received beyond feeling her slick, drooling folds twitch against my abs. I glanced down, and sure enough - Amy was biting me. Quite hard, too, judging by the tenseness in her jaw. Seeing as she of all people would know just how tough my skin was at this point, I guessed it only made sense.
When she saw that I was looking at her, the red-faced witch glared at me. “Tangerines, actually. N-now if you’re gonna fuck me, then fuck me Jason.”
I chuckled, and the fire inside of me roared.
“Oh, sweet stuff… You shouldn't've said that.”
Amy started to say something slick, but the words caught in her throat and died as I lowered her, slowly and deliberately, onto the thick, veiny heat of my cock. Her eyes widened, jaw dropping to her chest as the bulbous, angry purple head slipped between her slick folds with a squelch, followed by inch after inch after inch of man meat . Her back arched and her thighs spasmed in my grasp, and the deeper I went, the higher and louder she keened.
"Ohhhh f-fuck fuck fuck, Jasonnnn…" Her voice cracked into a breathless sob of satisfaction when I finally bottomed out, her nails clawing and scrambling against my shoulder blades in a vain attempt to ground herself. “You- you’re too biiiig. I’m- I can’t. I can’t. I- I’m gonna-”
“You’re the one who wanted to test this whole ‘dragon’ thing out, right?” I murmured into her ear. “Curiosity’s a dangerous drug, baby. Now stop whinin’ and take it.”
Amy moaned in that low, raspy, utterly natural way that I loved as I began to thrust up into her sinfully tight pussy, slowly dragging out inch after inch of thick, gleaming cock flesh before driving it back up at that same torturous, steady pace. Her legs kicked weakly at my lower back, instinctively trying to ride the agonizingly pleasurable sensation, but I kept her still with a firm grip, forcing her to feel every rolling, relentless inch.
Her head dropped backwards, long, sweaty brown curls sticking, damp and messy, to her flushed cheeks. Heavy, ragged breaths clawed their way out of her heaving, jiggling chest in wild, choked-off bursts, but there was no opportunity to catch them - not when I slammed the wind back out of her with each powerful thrust.
I pressed her even harder against my body, my own breath growing shallow as the heat grew and grew, and my slow thrusts slowly but surely accelerated until I was pistoning my way in and out of her plump, wet body.
PLAP!
PLAP!
PLAP!
The sound of my heavy balls smacking and reverberating against Amy’s fat, jiggling ass echoed like thunder strikes through the Garden, made even louder by our floating in the middle of the room. I couldn’t even remember flying us there, either - my mind was shrouded in that heat now, my body moving as if possessed by my one-track desire to fuck and breed.
“God. God- oh- OH…-” Amy’s head snapped forward, her face twisted in an open-mouthed, cross-eyed representation of sheer, desperate ecstasy. Her voice was raw, hoarse from the screams she couldn’t hold back, her tone shifting into something delirious and zealous. “Y-your cu-cum’s gonna change meee~! Fu-fuhh- FUCK! I w-want your cummm. I want it to w-warp my insides! Mu-mutate me! Change meee. I want you to evolve me-!”
Jesus Christ.
“Amy,” I growled, roughly gripping her face with one hand and shoving my finger down her throat. “Shut. The fuck. Up.”
Her mindless babble broke on a ragged scream as I shifted her legs higher, letting her hips tilt just enough for the heavy, flared head of my cock to slam home against that soft, spongey patch deep inside her with every powerful thrust. Her eyes rolled back into her head as I worked her over like a demon possessed, her back arching so violently I nearly lost my grip.
Amy sucked wantonly at my finger, tongue hanging and drool leaking freely from the corner of her lips, and for a moment I was worried she’d genuinely blacked out.
And then I felt her cervix pucker and tighten, her pussy clenching like a vice-grip around my swollen shaft, and-
She didn’t even scream. She probably couldn’t anymore.
All she could do was cum.
And she came.hard.
I fucked her through it, holding her body tightly as she went limp in my arms, and we kept going.
And going.
And going.
I lost count of how many times I made her cum, how many times she cried out and begged for more even as her voice gave up and her body threatened unconsciousness. She was glowing by the end - literally glowing, her skin swirling with the emerald luminosity of Ghyran as she used the ambient magic anchored to the Garden of Eden to revitalize her body in real-time. However, even that wasn’t enough to keep her from wearing down, and I refused to push her body even further beyond that point.
Eventually, she tapped out with a slurred, “Jason, babe, water, please, gonna pass out,” and I laughed, forehead pressed to hers as I let us both drift back down to the ground.
“That’s alright,” I murmured, kissing her cheek as she trembled in my arms, her pussy still twitching and oozing. around my length. “We’ll grab some food and water, stretch your legs… And then we’ll go grab Cassie. Something tells me you’ll need a third.”
Her eyes fluttered, lips parting in a dazed, euphoric smile. “Or a fourth. Or a fifth. A sixth… seventh, eighth-”
“You’re over-exaggerating,” I chuckled, shaking my head. “We can end it here, Ames. Seriously. I think you’ve gathered more than enough data-”
“No!” She blinked away the delirium just enough to glare up into my eyes, a stubborn pout trembling her kiss-swollen lips. “It’s-... it’s for science! I-I can handle it. Some food, some water, maybe a little nap while you play with Cass, and I’ll be fine. I promise.”
“Hm. ‘Ight, I’ll take your word for it…”
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Jason Black
The Following Day…
Mount Invictus
As it turns out, Amy could not, in fact, ‘handle it’. And while she was mentally and emotionally ‘fine’, the same couldn’t be said about her pussy. Or her asshole. Or her legs. Or her throat. Or her bloated, mana-filled tummy.
And I was still horny.
That was an insane feeling, considering the fact that I’d just spent damn near fourteen hours having non-stop, bed-breaking, balls-clapping-against-ass sex with three different women - because yes, they had to go and collect Sherrel - at the (relatively) same time. But if the girls and I had gleaned anything from Amy’s little science experiment, it was that my new dragon body wasn’t just optimized for breeding-
It had turned it into a fucking art form.
I’d discovered a while back that my sexual stamina directly pulled from both my body’s natural energy stores and my mana. Before, I’d possessed a prodigious amount of mana, and with that, I’d easily outlasted both of my girls in the bedroom - but there had always felt like there was a limit, as well. I’d come back down from that horny high sometime after my final orgasm, cuddle into Amy and Cassie’s sweaty, exhausted bodies, and fall asleep satisfied.
Cute, right?
Yeah, well that was before I made the executive and not-petty-at-all decision to choose ‘Magic’ as my Dragon Element. I didn’t regret that choice whatsoever, of course - magic was my shit, and I couldn’t see myself going for literally anything else - but Magic Dragons weren’t Magic Dragons because their Magic was weak or impotent or any less than.
Quite the opposite, really.
No, if my body was like a lake and my mana stores were like a roaring waterfall crashing crashing into and filling it before, I was now an active fucking volcano. It was arguably harder to get a feel of where my mana ended than to find where it began, and combined with that new organ nestled behind my sternum that apparently facilitated the recycling of ambient magical energy in the atmosphere through my body…
I was now a walking, magical nuclear generator, and this was all without transforming into my ‘true’ form as a giant, fuck-off, quadrupedal dragon.
So yes, I was still horny.
I wasn’t necessarily unsatisfied, however, and that was an important distinction to make.
Though they couldn’t keep up with my sexual, physical, or magical stamina, my women were really, really good at putting on a fucking showing, and I loved them even more for going so hard in the first place. Last I’d left them in the utterly ruined bedroom, the three were collapsed in a sweaty, messy pile of naked, unconscious bodies, Cassie squeezed between Sherrel and Amy’s significantly bustier bosoms and absolutely loving every second of it, even in her sleep.
They’d probably be knocked out for most of the day, judging by the sheer amount of Life Magic and biological tampering Amy’d used and done to give them all a fighting chance. I couldn’t even imagine how hungry they’d be after waking up. Ravenous, probably.
I’d have a feast waiting for them that was better than last night’s spaghetti. It was the least I could do.
But still, the past several hours only solidified something I’d been thinking about ever since I’d gotten the ‘Seed of the Worldfather’ Epic Quest.
That is, the dynamics of my future family.
If I kept growing in power, which was less of an ‘if’ and more of an ‘as’, I would need women capable of keeping up with me without over exerting their bodies damn near to the point of becoming comatose. I’d absolutely rocked my girls’ worlds several times over, and I knew from Hidden Intuition's limited insight and my own personal experience that my lovemaking abilities would never be something to worry about, but…
They were human.
Biologically enhanced and magically gifted, sure, but ultimately human.
And I knew myself well enough to know that I’d end up feeling unfulfilled if every lovemaking session or marathon ended with me still rock-hard and raring to go, as my lovers lay in cum-oozing heaps across the bedroom. We obviously hadn’t gone the entire fourteen hours having nonstop sex. The Green clearly favored Amy, but even someone as naturally inclined as her to Ghyran would start to suffer negative repercussions from harnessing the Lore of Life for so long.
Sherrel had lasted the longest, and the way she rode dick was biblical - like she was trying to tame a fucking bronco… but even she ended up tapping out before I was fully satiated.
For both my sake and the sake of my family, the next woman I brought into the fold would need to be a powerhouse. Someone strong and fast and durable, with the stamina and energy capable of keeping up with me - both in the bedroom, and out. I’d never actually put thought into the type of woman I wanted to be with beyond them having a nice ass and a nice personality, but I was no longer just some guy coasting through life beating up nazis and playing hero.
I was planning to build a dynasty. A multiversal superpower that spanned countless worlds. And for that, I needed to think with more than just my heart.
I needed to think with my dick and my brains, too.
The man’s ultimate trifecta.
But that was a thought for future Jason Black.
Present Jason Black was too busy hiking through the massive, sprawling, Qhaysh-enchanted forest that made up eighty-five percent of Mount Invictus to think about his future dating life. While flying would’ve been easier, I didn’t want to startle my target into fleeing the scene once he saw me coming and smelled my scent. Plus, I’d bought a camo-themed outfit a couple months ago for this exact same reason, and time had never permitted me to actually get outside and use it.
Today, I was planning to kill four birds with one magical stone:
Bust in my new hiking boots.
Figure out why Snowcone is being tsundere.
Convince Snowcone to bear witness to my full dragon transformation.
Use my new dragon form’s enhanced arcane capabilities to figure out how to cast a city-wide ward around Brockton Bay.
Honestly, it was less of a ‘magical stone’ and more of a ‘huge, fuck-off magical boulder’, but if it worked it worked.
I’d written down all four of the day’s goals in this little pocket notebook I’d found in the Invictus Archives for literally no reason other than the love of the game. I had perfect memory so note-taking was no longer necessary for me.
Ever. Fuck school.
But it felt nice to actually sit and scribble down my day-to-day ambitions. It also put things into perspective - not only how fucking outlandish my daily objectives were that I was casually writing about confronting my dragon familiar and transforming into a dragon myself with him as my witness, but also just how much I needed to get done before my self-designated leave date.
I had five more days.
Five.
And though I could easily extend my stay by days or weeks or even months if push came to shove, I simply did not want to. Not when there was a whole ass magical world of fantasy and wizards and monsters to explore, and I had the time and capabilities to do so. I was a multiversal mage now, and staying put whilst knowing the potential that lay in the countless worlds around me was very, very difficult.
I had two out of three Epic Quests burning a hole in my pocket, and a litany of potential smaller quests waiting for me just out of reach.
Hopefully I could solve this little problem with Snowcone quickly, because I still didn’t know jack shit about how I’d manage a Qhaysh-empowered magical ward powerful and potent enough to cover the entirety of Brockton Bay. Hell, I didn’t even know what I wanted the ward to do just yet. It was an errant thought that I’d had somewhere between the fourth and fifth round in the bedroom, like a Jimmy Neutron brain blast, and I hadn’t been able to let it go.
It was what pushed me out of bed this afternoon and kicked me in the ass to lock-in and make shit happen.
I’d just have to wing it once I got to that point.
“If I get to that point,” I murmured with a snort, shoving my hands deep into the warm, baggy depths of my camo cargo pants. The air was getting noticeably chillier the closer I got to the area where I’d seen flashes of silvery-white amongst the trees, and before long my breath was coming out in small, misty puffs. Aqshy trickled down from the upper atmosphere, moving like scarlet fire to my newly illuminated eyes, and I allowed it to coat my skin and chase away the frost as I moved.
‘The cold never bothered me anyway…’ I flicked a snowflake away before it could fall onto my shoulder, and watched as it turned to steam on contact with my fingertip. ‘Eat your heart out, Queen Elsa. And call me.’
Soon enough, I began to spot tell-tale signs that I was drawing extremely close - signs that went beyond the severe drops in temperature. The deeper I forded into the mountain forest, the more I spotted the flash-frozen corpses of different animals - deer, rabbits, boar, and even a couple of black bears. The trees grew visibly sparser, either frozen over with hoarfrost or outright wrenched free from the ground completely.
At some point the treetops traded leaves for bare, frostbitten branches, and the forest floor - previously so flushed with life and swirled through with streaming rivers of life-infused Ghyran - turned cold and brittle. Frozen grass crunched and broke apart beneath my boots. The Red Wind was at its lowest here, nearly gone completely, and maintaining my cloak of warmth ended up becoming a minor exercise in control and concentration instead of something I could just passively keep around me without any conscious thought.
I felt his presence before I saw him, in the very instant I pushed my way through a frozen copse of blackened trees and set foot inside of a large, frost-torn clearing-
Snowcone.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the fucker was aura farming.
The massive dragon was curled in the middle of the glade like a lazy cat - if said cat was thirty feet tall from claw to crown, over three times as long from snout to tail, and had silvery white scales that glittered like diamonds beneath the afternoon sun. The ground beneath his sleek body had become nothing but sheer ice, all slick blue and white coldness that stretched across the forest floor and ended just at the treeline where I emerged.
He was gnawing idly at what looked like the massive, fatty carcass of a brown bear - frozen solid, of course, and looking more like a bear nugget than an actual whole corpse. The only reason I recognized it was because of how fucking large it was.
More importantly, though, Snowcone wasn’t even looking at me.
In fact, he was very specifically avoiding eye-contact with me. When I purposely stepped into his line of sight, he chuffed out of a cloud of icy mist and twisted his body to stare blankly in a completely different direction, his long, muscular tail lashing out behind his back and reducing a small clump of blackened trees to frostbitten splinters. It wasn’t a warning, exactly - that much I could tell. My own summon would not attack me.
It was a fear response. Instinctual.
I blinked.
He was scared of me.
“What’s goin’ on, big guy? Talk to me. Preferably without turning the mountain into Erendell,” I called out in what I hoped to be a soft, comforting tone of voice.
Of course, there was no reply.
I started to walk closer, but even that one single step brokered a reaction. His massive wings, previously folded down and into his sides, shifted and tensed across his back. A stiff, bracing gust of icy-cold wind flooded the clearing from that one simple movement, stinging my cheeks and sending my dreadlocks flying free from its hair tie. My hand lashed out behind me, grabbing the black elastic before it could disappear off into the forest.
Snowcone chuffed again, nervously, and my concern deepened.
Now I was starting to feel bad.
“Look. Snowcone. I’m pretty sure I know what the problem is, but you’re gonna have to work with me to solve it buddy. I just need you to look at me. That’s all,” I tried again, purposefully not drawing any closer - but slowly, surely, circling the dragon’s massive body so that I could actually see his face. This time, he didn’t turn away. Not completely. His huge, slitted blue eyes pointedly stayed away from mine, but his entire position didn’t shift.
That was good. Eye contact was better, but all I really needed was to see his face.
I turned the dial for Hidden Intuition all the way up from where it had been amassing its charge for the past few days, and allowed my nosy devil to whisper its observations directly into my ear.
Snowcone is scared, it began, almost sounding scandalized in its faux concern. Snowcone is terrified. Snowcone is confused. Snowcone is lost. Snowcone is sad.
Snowcone is all of these things because his Master’s scent had disappeared for over two weeks, and when it came back, it came back smelling of competition. Of power. Of raw, unfettered, draconic dominance. And Snowcone doesn’t want to fight his Master. Snowcone cannot fight his Master.
So Snowcone will avoid his Master, and hope his Master does not kill Snowcone. Because Snowcone cannot and will not try to defend himself.
…
Oh.
Oh, damn.
I swallowed the sudden egg in my throat. “Snowcone, I…”
Slowly, his head turned back towards me, as if he could sense my understanding, or maybe the shifting of my mood. His eyes were wide and unblinking, as crystalline and beautiful as they’d ever been, but now I knew that it wasn’t only fear that lurked inside of those big blue orbs. There was sadness. Loss. Confusion-
I was his Master. His summoner. The one who’d welcomed him into existence.
In some ways, if you tilted your head a bit and squinted your eyes just right, I could even be considered his father.
And out of nowhere, I’d disappeared off the face of the planet, away from him, for almost two and a half weeks, showed back up smelling like a predator, and to top it all off - I hadn’t even chased him down to explain things or make it right. I’d left him stewing here for, what, two days straight, terrified and lost and stuck wondering if the big scary dragon that had once been his Master was going to kill him now that he was the dragon instead.
It was a naive and primitive thought process, but Snowcone wasn’t like fucking Ddraig from High School DxD, or Alduin from The Elder Scrolls. He was intelligent as far as a powerful beast could be intelligent, but he was only sentient rather than sapient. He didn’t draw complex conclusions, and he didn’t work through logical fallacies in his head to figure out the most likeliest conclusions.
He went off of the instincts that being a Frost Dragon instilled within him, which, considering their origins in the Mountains of Mourn, meant avoid the stronger predator no matter what.
I just didn’t think about that.
And that was the issue.
I didn’t think.
God, I felt like a fucking deadbeat loser-
Celestial Quest Issued! ⚔️
“Deadbeat No Longer.”
Your decisions do not only affect yourself and your closest of loved ones, o’ Champion. Most of the time, even the smallest of choices could leave a small, unlucky few flailing in the lurch.
Objective:
Comfort the damned dragon!
Show Snowcone that he is not obsolete, not unwanted, and not forgotten.
Reward:
(1x) Minor Perk
Accept? Y/Y
I didn’t need Freya’s goading, nor did I need the proffered reward.
I was waving away the smattering of stars and moving towards my big, scaly, terrified son before my brain even registered what my heart had already chosen to do.
Snowcone is scared, Hidden Intuition whispered insidiously, and even as I walked forward, I could see the way his pupils dilated in fear. The temperature, already freezing, dropped to the point of being downright painful, even through my Aqshy cloak. Every step was like icy needles prodding into my flesh, driving through muscle and blood and anchoring itself marrow-deep in my bones.
But I kept moving forward.
Snowcone is scared because he believes you are going to finally fight him, the devilish perk conspired, its murmuring voice as soft as a caress. Snowcone doesn’t want to fight you. Snowcone is-
Enough of this depressing bullshit. It was just repeating itself, anyway.
I teleported, and immediately, the burning cold hit me all at once. Hoarfrost coated my body, tearing right through my black fleece sweater and thick cargo pants and chilling me down to my very fucking soul. It was the kind of instantaneous freezing that numbed your flesh and stiffened your joints - the kind that made me believe I’d rip my tongue in half if I poked it out between my quivering lips and got it flash-frozen by the strong, frigid winds.
If it wasn’t for my superhuman physiology and innate draconic heat, I was sure I would’ve died by now. That’s how cold this defensive aura of Snowcone’s was.
But I didn’t.
And I could’ve already casted any minor Aqshy cantrip to fully fight back against the cold beyond the passive shield I usually kept around myself.
But I didn’t.
Because I didn’t want to fight against Snowcone. I didn’t want to call forth the heat of the Red Wind, the very opposite of his being, and make him believe, even for a moment, that I was planning to turn against him. I knew that I would persevere, so that’s what I did. I opened my quivering, ice-laden arms wide, stepped directly in front of the frightened Frost Dragon’s maw, looked him dead in those wide blue eyes that stared back down at me with so much terror and confusion-
And I grinned.
Wide.
Blue-tinged lips pulled back to expose long, razor-sharp canines that glinted white beneath the pale glow of the sun.
“You can freeze me to death all you want, Snowy! I’m sorry, but I ain’t leaving ‘till I get a hug! Or ‘till you verbally accept my apology for being a shitty summoner. Either one!”
A deep, guttural growl emanated from the Frost Dragon’s chest, audible even through the cold, biting roar of gale-force winds. His wings tensed behind him once again, but this time it wasn’t in preparation to flee - it was for balance, as he rocked forward on all four legs and slammed his maw against my body with enough force to shake the mountain beneath us..
BOOM!
But I would be a really fucking shitty dragon if let that take me out of the equation.
A distressed cry rang out through the clearing as my ebony-scaled arms and claw-tipped hands wrapped around the front of Snowcone’s maw, forcibly anchoring him in place through sheer force of strength. My wings worked tirelessly to keep me grounded, each flap sounding out like a thunderclap, granting my body just that extra bit of staying power needed to dig my heels into the ice and not move.
I felt him digging his claws into the earth for purchase, flapping his own gargantuan wingspan in a desperate attempt to get me away, but I wasn’t budging. I moved my tail with sheer instinct, skewering it straight down into the ice and curling it deep within moist dirt underneath. Mana threaded my muscles, escaping like vapor through the glowing blue cracks threaded around my scales. We were in a deadlock.
But through it all, I didn’t squeeze his skull. I didn’t claw into the beautiful silver scales of his jaw. I made sure not to hurt him.
All I did - all I could do until he accepted my heartfelt love - was hug what tiny part of his body that I could and hang on.
Confused. Scared. Hope. Master?
…
That wasn’t Hidden Intuition.
I craned my head up, its leadened weight heavy and unfamiliar from the long, curving brace of sleek black horns jutting backwards from the sides of my skull. Snowcone was staring back down at me, his gaze as wide and expressive as ever.
And something in my brain - something new - unraveled. Like a muscle tendon that I hadn’t even known I possessed.
I honed in on it like a starving dog to a bone.
Snowcone?
The unyielding force steadily pressing itself against my chest lightened, if only slightly. Snowcone blinked, and that voice- no, not voice… Those emotions weighed down upon that new muscle in my head, sending feelings and concepts through my mind at a speed that no actual English words could ever hope to match.
Master. Scary. Powerful. Chief. Death.
No death, I promised, shaking my head firmly. Not scary. Same Master. Same Jason. Just Dragon.
Images flashed through my mind like a montage - shadowy, messy, half-formed images that seemed like they’d already been mostly forgotten. They moved too quickly for me to properly parse, but what I caught glimpses of was more than enough in the way of context clues.
I saw ice-capped mountains and massive, dreary caves dripping with glacial water and crystalline stalagmites. I saw Frost Dragons of all shapes and sizes dwelling within these caves and atop these mountains, hunting and mating and living. And finally, I saw flashes of bigger Frost Dragons, battle-scarred and tough, invading these dens and tearing them apart with fang, claw, and ice, slaying the strongest of the defenders and feasting upon their corpses.
To Snowcone, who came into this world with the instincts and memories of a true Frost Dragon, a stronger dragon meant death. Inevitable, bloody, violent death.
But that wasn't me, and I needed Snowcone to see that.
I sent images of my own back through our draconic link. Memories of us coming together to fight Leviathan, combo-attacking the bright green bastard and tearing his ass apart over the Atlantic Ocean. I sent the memories of the very same day I summoned him, and all of the awe, excitement, and pride I’d felt when I saw him claw his way out of that rift and take his position atop the Palace like he’d belonged there since the very beginning.
I sent the memories of when I first accepted the Dragon perk, and the struggle I went through to hold back my full transformation. I sent the memories of when I fought All-Might and allowed myself to go all-out for the first time in a very long time, sporting my scales and claws and tail and all of the exhilaration and happiness that came with it.
And finally, I sent the memories of my soul-crushing guilt when I’d realized the extent of how scared he’d been, and the determination I now felt to make things right and take care of him in a way that a true Master and proper dragon step-father should.
Love, I pushed through the connection, Trust. Partners. Family. Dragon Family. Stronger together.
The pressure against my chest slowly became lesser and lesser until it was gone completely, and both the howling winds and the subzero temperature eased up just enough to not coat my scales and eyelids with ice.
Snowcone huffed, and this time, when he bumped his nose against me, it was with barely enough force to rock me back on my heel.
Love, he pushed back, and finally nuzzled himself against body hard enough to knock me, laughing, onto my ass. Peace. Trust. Chief. Master. Family. Dragon Family. Dragon Chief. Nervous. Excitement. Happy.
Images rapidly flashed through my mind, of dragons soaring through a blizzard-stricken sky, raining icy hailstorms down upon encampments of fat, gray-skinned ogres and swooping down in pairs to consume them whole. Other scenes depicted the Frost Dragons taking on massive wooly mammoths and rhinoceroses, each beast bigger and hairier than any I’d ever seen in history books on Earth.
“You want to hunt with me?” I chuckled, patting the dragon on his painfully cold snout.
Snowcone jerked his massive head from side to side before jerking ig up towards the sky.
Chief Dragon, he pushed unerringly. Chief Dragon. Leader. Hunt.
“Ahhh.”
I was getting used to this whole draconic telepathic bond thing.
With one lazy beat of my wings, I was back on my clawed feet. By now, my entire body was covered in iridescent black scales except for my face, which was only protected along the sides of my jaw, chin, and forehead. I felt strong. Not as strong as I’d felt when I was over juicing my body with Mana Reinforcement moments before closing with Prime All-Might, but definitely stronger than normal.
But it was time for me to take that next step, finally, and transform into what ole’ Grimmy had been pushing for since the very moment I accepted this perk.
“Might wanna step back a lil’ bit, Snowy,” I told my familiar, a bit of nervous excitement worming its way into my voice. “Don’t really know how this is gonna go, and if I ended up hurtin’ ya after we just maxed out our Social Link, I’ll be hella pissed. Sooo…”
He didn’t need any more warning. With speed that a beast his size should not possess, Snowcone flexed his wings, leaped a good fifty feet backwards into the air, and landed with a loud, resounding crash on top of a smattering of trees. He crouched low amidst the shattered trunks and destroyed branches, staring straight at me with a laser-like focus.
Safety.
It was good enough.
“Alright,” I breathed, turning my attention away from the captive audience. “Fuck it. Let’s go.”
It was like popping a fucking cyst.
There was no slow, gradual build-up of magical energy, or a flash of blinding white light as I teetered back and forth between human form and dragon form. One second I was standing on two legs, wings drooping around my shoulders like a cloak and tail lazily swiping at snowflakes that had no business falling in the middle of a Massachusetts summer, and the next I was suddenly on all fours, stumbling forward on gleaming silver talons that sank into the ice like a hot knife through butter.
The transformation was seamless and painless, not like those gruesome werewolf scenes where the poor fucker clawed away his flesh and roared to the sky as his bones broke and his muscles tore away from his skin.
But the trees were still tall.
Crouching low fifty feet away, Snowcone was still massive.
Our eyes met as I was still working to find my footing, wrestling with physiological instincts that commanded my body to do one thing even as it fought to do the opposite. He blinked slowly at me, just as confused as I was, and images began to flash through my mind. They were images of the here and now, in this frost-covered clearing, and I saw myself from Snowcone’s point of view. The detail was immaculate, the colors vibrant and bursting with life, and I-
I was… cute.
Roughly six and a half feet tall from claw to skull and maybe twice as long from snout to tail, I looked like I wouldn’t be out of place in some teenage girl’s How To Train Your Dragon AU. My scales were the same color and shape they’d been in my humanoid form - sleek and ebony, gleaming like paved obsidian glass coated in oil and tilted just right to catch the sun’s rays. Between each shield-like scale, glowing bright with an incandescent, silvery-blue glow, were beautiful veins of pure, raw mana - my mana, thrumming with a potent brilliance that I could feel deeper than any flesh, blood, or bone.
The magic cycled throughout my entire body, warm and electric from the very tips of my talons to the bony protrusions of my nubby horns, but it was there, in my chest, right behind my sternum where my mana glowed the brightest, that I felt it-
My core.
It pulsed like the heart of a burning star. Even now, as I simply stood there and studied the beautiful, sleek, exotic lines and ridges of my juvenile body, I could feel and see my core drawing in the ambient Winds of Magic that made this forest - this mountain - what it was. My senses felt supercharged, and for a moment I couldn’t even think about how disappointing my size turned out to be. I was simply entranced by the thick, muddy streams of Ghur swirling through my chest, mixing with the deep, vibrant green of Ghyran, the electric blue of Azyr, and the faint, lingering red wisps of Aqshy.
And even more intimately than that, beyond those three Winds, I sensed my own mana. But it wasn’t constrained to my core as it should have been. No, if I focused even the slightest bit with my newly sharpened senses, I could see it drifting from the cracks between my scales in a nigh-invisible mist. Thick, potent, cloying-
There was so much. Enough to fill the clearing. Enough to blot out the sun above this frosty little slice of the forest. There was too much to just let disappear into the upper atmosphere without a fight.
Wasteful.
I didn’t speak because I was scared of opening my maw and chirping like a fucking bird, but speaking wasn’t even necessary. The instant I turned my attention to that natural waste of raw mana, I was able to grasp it with ease - not with my hands, of course, but with the mere guidance of my will. It was like manipulating the Winds, except this was a lot slippier, the vast majority of it escaping through the gaps in my spiritual ‘hand’ and dissipating uselessly back into the air.
It reminded me of the early days, back when I was still a novice mage trying to figure out how to cast basic spells.
A challenge.
So, with a grin, I widened my stance, lowered my shoulders, and got to work.
First I tried tying strands of the wispy mana together like a lattice. Why? No clue. It was more of a control exercise than anything else, just to see if I could even do it, but whatever this mana was, it wasn’t tangible in that way. The most I got it to do was make pretty little swirls as it floated away into the sky, and then I ended up getting annoyed with my failure so I took a break to admire my scales and talons through Snowcone’s mind again.
Pretty, he said appreciatively. Noble. Puny.
I tried not to hold his usage of the truth against him.
The second attempt didn’t go much better. Instead of trying to actively manipulate the mana into formations or patterns like it was a physical phenomenon instead of a metaphysical one, I took a page from Wizarding 101 and attempted to cast spells with it. I had a decent enough awareness of my own magical capacity, and I knew without question that whatever excess that was drifting off of me and filling the fucking sky wasn’t tanking my actual reserves.
So wouldn’t it be sweet if I could use it as a sort of arcane battery and channel it all into big, fuck-off spells like artillery support?
That did nothing. Literally nothing.
But the third time was the charm.
Ironically enough, the third time was when I stopped overthinking shit and opted, instead, to do what I do best and just brute-force my magic until either reality folded to my demands or something blew up.
… Nothing blew up this time.
The magic in the air wasn’t foreign. It was mine. It smelled like me, tasted like me, pulsed with a rhythm that matched the beat of the glowing core pumping away in my chest. It should’ve bent without question, but I was trying to make it do complicated bullshit utterly unrelated to bending.
When I tried to simply absorb it back into my body-
It absorbed the mana easily. Maybe a bit too easily.
In fact, my body slurped it back down like it was a full five course meal and my body was fucking starving.
The cracks between my scales began to glow an even brighter blue, burning like raw, molten lava through glossy black glass. It started in my legs, surging upwards and outwards faster and faster the more mana I absorbed and cycled back through my body. The air hummed noisily around me, the barren trees beginning to sway side to side - not from the wind, but from the sheer pressure of the magical energy pouring out of my body in waves.
And right there, in the center of my chest and the center of my soul, the core of my mana burned the brightest.
I didn’t even get the chance to consent.
The ground pushed away from me in a blur, but it wasn’t because my magic had suddenly decided to blast me into the air.
No, it was because I was growing.
The forest around me shrank with every recycled pulse of mana that surged through my system. Each pulsating beat of my core was followed by a soft crack of displaced air and a rippling shockwave of pure, magical pressure as my body expanded to accommodate for the surplus mana I was absorbing.
More mana, more energy, more mass, Hidden Intuition murmured coolly, ever the insightful peanut gallery. You were never small. Your body was simply waiting to scale to your magical power.
That was good to know. It meant that I wouldn’t be a dragon’s version of a manlet for the rest of my eternity.
My talons - now long and sharp enough to skewer a fully grown man like a shishkebab - dug even deeper into the earth, the ice hissing and fracturing beneath the increasing weight. The clearing that had once felt wide and open was starting to feel… cozy. Cramped. My tail lashed out reflexively as several more feet of thick, corded muscle and scale was added to its length, and the silver spikes jutting from its tip like an axe-head cleaved clean through several trees like wet tissue paper.
I felt my chest growing bulkier, claw-tipped wings spreading out behind my broadening back and slowly but surely casting the clearing in huge, pooling shadows flecked through with an electric blue glow. The physical power in my body was climbing by the second, each and every single muscle as tense as a bowstring and as dense as steel, but my magical awareness stayed the same as it had been when I was smaller. That was good; meant there wouldn’t be a drop or a spike in my control when - not if - I decided to shift between sizes later on.
Scary, Snowcone said, but I didn’t sense any more fear from him. Just awe and respect. Big. Powerful. Good hunt.
He began to send me more images from his point of view, and I was shocked to see that he was starting to look up to get a proper view of me.
And holy fuck did I look sexy.
Thirty feet became thirty-five. Thirty-five became forty. Forty-five became fifty.
By the time the growth trickled to a stop, I was a little over fifty feet tall from claw to crown if Hidden Intuition’s approximation could be believed, and when I turned to the side to get a good estimate of my full length, my tail took several dozen feet of trees from the forest and sent them crashing, ass-over-kettle, into the distance.
I was more than massive. I was immense. Colossal. Somewhere deep in my chest, in a place shallower than the mana core that burned like a cerulean furnace beneath my scales, I felt a primal sense of pride that made me want to rear back on my haunches and roar a fucking challenge to the world. There was nothing like being twice the size of a fucking Endbringer that made you feel like you were ready to take on anything and everything and come out on top. This transformation felt natural in a way that no other power, no other perk had ever felt.
Today, I hadn’t turned into a dragon.
Nah.
Just for a little while, I simply stopped pretending to be a human.
Hunt! Snowcone intoned, and I could practically hear the reverence in his thoughts. Excitement. Happiness. Comfort. Safety. Family.
Hunt, I responded, turning my massive head down to look at the notably smaller dragon. I wasn’t sure if it was a byproduct of my new biology or if it was the baby fever, but I could’ve sworn he’d never looked as adorable and excited as he did now. Fly, and hunt. Ocean.
And as the (comparatively) small dragon released a loud, reverberating roar and took to the sky in a hail of crushed ice and loose soil, I took a moment to simply close my eyes and absorb the experience. Even in the darkness of my own thoughts, I could see the Winds of Magic as clear as day, more vibrant and colorful and present than ever before.
I knew that, given enough time studying the Winds and workshopping potential spells, I could probably figure out a way to ward Brockton Bay. I also knew that I had to speak to Sabah about the city’s economic troubles, and most-likely set up a meeting with the mayor, the DWA, and probably Director Piggot and other major figures important to Brockton Bay’s future. There were things I wanted to make happen for this city, and sometimes you needed all hands on deck to make long-term and long-lasting changes stick and prosper.
These were all things I could be doing right now.
But…
A slow, excited grin pulled at my scaled lips, revealing two rows of razor-sharp teeth the size of spears. “Quest’s not completed. Priorities, right?”
My voice struck the air like a thunder boom, but even it had nothing on the crack that split the sky when I launched myself from the forest and took to the sky like a fighter jet.
Politics were important, and so was my magical experiment, but there was something about becoming a fifty foot tall, one-hundred and fifty foot long magical dragon that put things like time and priorities into perspective. I didn’t feel very different mentally. I didn’t feel any lazier. But the urgency and anxiety I’d been dealing with before, back when I’d been worrying about speed-running Snowcone’s ‘little issue’ in order to mark off more bullet points on my notepad-
It was gone.
I had five more days to work. Five more days to rip and run and save the city and be the big hero.
More than enough time.
Because right now?
Right now, I just wanted to be a big, fuck-off dragon, and hunt for whales with my Frost Dragon step-son/familiar in the fucking Atlantic Ocean.
Priorities.
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A/N: Yoooo! Sorry for the delay on the chapter - life’s pretty stressful right now with us moving in September and me trying to pick up more hours at work, but I’m here today with Chapter 85.
Been a minute since we’ve had a sex scene, and there were some things I wanted to establish for future harem and character development, as well as Jason’s physiology, so there we go. Enjoy.
And finally, the dragon transformation! I know the dragon in the image doesn’t have four legs, but do me a favor and use your imagination there. It was, like, the only pic I found that had the perfect scales and color and breath attack.
Next chapter is already in the works and will definitely be coming out faster than this one did, so look forward to it. It will also be the last chapter in Brockton Bay before we move onto Mushoku Tensei! Hope y’all are excited. I’m ready for some awesome magical adventures, hehe.