Bastion held a firm grip on Varyn's ankle and neck while exerting his full strength, adding Reinforce to boost his power to the peak of Rank 3, far beyond Varyn's ability to resist. Bastion's grip was so strong that it began to crack and deform Varyn's bones, choking the life out of him as he struggled.
He also poured light mana into the surroundings, completely negating Varyn's access to his free-cast shadow magic. Bastion didn't pull any punches, determined to ensure that this thorn at his side wasn't going anywhere.
Struggle as Varyn might, he was as helpless as a child once he was caught. He tried pulling out weapons to attack, but Elyra quickly intercepted his magic pouches whenever he reached for them. He tried striking Bastion with his free hands or foot, but he was ignored like a toddler incapable of hurting an adult. He tried using his magic or skills, but he had nothing that could break him free. In the end, he gave up and resigned himself to his ill fate, which was most likely death at his daughter's owner's hands.
Bastion, meanwhile, hesitated to deal the finishing blow in front of Elyra. No matter what, the man he had promised to kill, even at the cost of his own life, was still her father.
He turned to Elyra, intent on asking for her opinion, when she suddenly stepped forward with a calm expression, drew a throwing knife from her thigh, and drove it through Varyn's eye.
The blade pierced the Rank 2 flesh of his eyelid with difficulty, forcing her to activate Reinforce as she pushed the knife deeper. It shredded the eyeball, sank into his skull, and finally reached his brain.
Varyn let out a wet, gurgling scream as his body went rigid, then collapsed into a twitching heap.
Bastion quickly stored the corpse in his Inventory, confirming that Varyn was well and truly dead. He even took the body out again to double-check, ensuring it wasn't a decoy.
With a firm nod, Bastion confirmed that Varyn was, without a doubt, dead. He turned to Elyra with a relieved smile, but she suddenly hugged him, tears welling in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Master, for causing you trouble," she whispered. "I should have just killed him a long time ago."
Bastion checked her thoughts through telepathy and confirmed that she was truly distraught about causing him trouble rather than the loss of her father. It seemed she had stopped caring for him ever since she was sent to Diamondhart Castle.
It had been over thirty years since then, so he could understand her lack of attachment. Add to that her father's blatant disregard for her opinion and his plans to imprison her for centuries to force her to see things his way, and it was no wonder she thought of him as a nuisance rather than a family member.
"It's alright," Bastion said, hugging her tightly. "It's good that you're causing me trouble. This way, I can pay you back for all the trouble I've caused you."
"What will I ever do with you?" Elyra asked, her smile warm, almost blinding him with her beauty.
Elyra, unlike the other girls, was the most selfish of them all. She endeavored to obtain anything she wanted by any means necessary. Including him, in fact.
It was easy to overlook, since she rarely seemed to want anything. That's why he never questioned it when she acted for herself, like this time, when she killed her father without asking.
It was also why he would never turn down sex with Elyra, no matter how wild or inappropriate. She deserved whatever she wanted, especially since she barely desired anything at all.
"Master, you're hard," she said, her smile shifting from warm to seductive.
"I can't help it," Bastion said. "This potion Seraphina gave me has increased my Vitality a hundredfold. It feels like I could have sex nonstop for a month."
Elyra's eyes glinted with interest. She wondered exactly how much of Bastion she could handle in this state and decided to take up the challenge.
"Let me relieve you," she said, more a statement than a suggestion.
"I don't think this can be relieved," Bastion replied.
"Let me try anyway," she said eagerly.
"Alright," he said with a shrug, before swapping his armor for his regular clothes.
Immediately, his pants bulged beyond what his underwear was capable of containing. He had struggled with his armor throughout the fight because of it, and now, even when pressed against cloth, it felt like a breath of fresh air.
"You're so pent up, Master," she said seductively as she wrapped her hands around his cock through his pants. "It looks like it hurts."
"With my increased Strength, not really."
"Let me help you with that," she said as she unbuckled his pants and slid them down.
She knelt there in the middle of the forest and took his cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, pressing her tongue beneath his glans while looking up at him and reading his expression. What she found was love and appreciation, and it only fueled her passion. She loved it when Bastion looked at her with such kind eyes.
She slipped a hand beneath her skirt and reached for her clit. She rubbed herself furiously, imagining the hard cock in her mouth entering her. It was much harder and hotter than usual, and she couldn't wait to have it inside her.
Bastion, meanwhile, realized that the pleasure he was feeling was subdued. It felt muted, as if the sensation struggled to penetrate his skin. Right from the start, he knew his increased Strength was the problem. It had made his skin less sensitive, requiring greater strength and pressure to bring him pleasure.
"Ely," Bastion called out, sending his thoughts through telepathy.
Continuing like this was useless, given how difficult the endeavor had become. It was better to wait for the effects of the potion to subside before having sex again, so she wouldn't have to strain herself just to give him minimal pleasure.
Elyra, however, completely ignored his concerns. If anything, it only made the challenge more enticing, and she reveled in it. She would pleasure her Master with everything she had, and more.
Immediately, she bit down on his cock, using her teeth to rub at his glans. It would have been painful under normal circumstances and may have even drawn blood, but this time it was just right.
Bastion felt his cock tingle with pleasure. It was a familiar yet novel sensation, having Elyra actively use her teeth to pleasure him, but he couldn't deny the effect it had. It felt amazing to say the least.
Convinced that Elyra wanted to go through with it, Bastion used the Facility Slot to bring out a Rank 1 extra-large canopy bed, perfect for occasions like this. It was strong enough to withstand any pounding he might have with any of the girls, at least before his strength had increased a hundredfold.
Slowly, the pleasure began building, his precum leaking into her mouth.
"I'm cumming," Bastion warned as he released his first ejaculation of the day.
Thick ropes of cum filled Elyra's mouth, which she greedily swallowed. It carried the same familiar fruity taste she loved, steeped with his essence, but it was accompanied by an unfamiliar note that made it slightly savory.
Diligently, she swallowed everything until his first load was spent, then rose from the ground. She licked her lips as she did so, before presenting her clean, open mouth to her Master, lifting her tongue to prove she had swallowed everything down.
"Good girl," Bastion said, stroking her hair as a reward.
He backed up and lay on the bed, removing his clothes, while Elyra did the same. With a wave of her hand, she cast Clean, removing the sweat and dirt from the battle from both of them before climbing onto the bed after him.
She crawled on all fours toward Bastion in a slow, seductive manner, swaying her hips to give him a show. When she reached his cock, she took it down her throat for another round. This time, she scraped her teeth up and down his entire length, easily taking it without the slightest gag reflex, a skill she had honed from years of sucking his cock.
The scraping of her teeth gave Bastion the precise sensation he needed to feel pleasure. It was a penetrative feeling that ran up and down his cock, and before long, he emptied a second load down her throat.
Once Elyra licked his cock clean, she suddenly furrowed her brows.
"What's wrong?" Bastion asked.
"Master, I feel stronger," she said, confused.
"Hahaha," Bastion laughed heartily.
"Master?"
"I think you're getting minute amounts of the potion in your system, making you stronger," Bastion explained. "If you drink my semen enough times, I think you'll eventually be as strong as me, while I weaken much faster than expected."
"I'm glad," she said. "That means I can pleasure Master even more."
She leaned down, her eyes drinking in Bastion's naked, muscular form, before taking his cock into her mouth once more. She would keep drinking his cum, determined to relieve his burden. It was her duty, as his maid, and as his lover.
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