CH12: Thistle Smut

A few days had passed and the time to enter the dungeon was closing in. It was midday, and he took a break to rock on the porch, rest his body, and deal with the rage plague sweeping through his demi-plane.

Zack might have an addiction. Milly warned him about a remarkable tree in the woods that boosted mana and life. Burning it released a gas that drove everything around it into a murderous rage, and it was filled with splashing hallucinogenic sap so that he couldn’t cut it down.  So, he opened a portal under a tree and placed it far away from wildlife. To be a dick, he decided to put it on a newly grown hill and increase gravity for anything that climbed the hill. Around the tree's base, gravity sat at a comfortable 10x Earth’s gravity.

His reasoning was twofold. He didn’t want anything to take a bite of it yet, and when he fixed a few of its issues, he planned to make it something of a reward. If something managed to eat one of its fruits, it had better deserve it. For three days, he cuddled and made out with Thistle, chatting with Milly about things he needed to find in the surrounding forests. The animals in his demi-plane weren’t enough. Zack wanted everything, no matter how small.

The passive mana income had increased again, giving him enough to change the flow of time to 15x. This didn’t increase his GDP; things only happened faster. Forty-five days might not sound like time, but the rabbits were breeding dollars during the crypto boom. Naturally, the wolves, hawks, and foxes ate well, and everyone seemed happy until this hawk started challenging the hill.

In 45 days, it managed to snatch a fruit and consume it. A day later, it took the throat out of a deer and dropped some Agios seeds over an empty patch of forest.

That was okay; he had more and chunked the deer in front of the bears he had set aside to eat deer. Agios trees were glowing trees that absorbed light and mana and used them to proliferate. The one he found was only a sprout so 20 feet tall with long dripping fruit said to drive whoever eats it into a murderous rage. It also boosted the consumer’s mana and life by ten levels once consumed, with a 5% increase in potential. If it could be consumed without going mad that would be awesome.

Zack decided to try and do a bit of grooming to the young seed sprouting. He punched into a portal and blasted the hawk’s body apart.

Would you like to learn the skill of Monster Husbandry?

Y/N

Zack closed his eyes and felt a smile stretch across his face. It was yet another lever of control over his Demi-Plane.  

He learned it because it complemented his existing skills. Zack had no idea why killing a hawk that went mad would count, but he assumed it was because he cared for the other animals.

Monster Husbandry: The care, cultivation, and breeding of monster flora and fauna.

Level: 1/99

Rank: G

Zack couldn’t wait for the dungeon, and he would add so many more monsters to his demi-plane. He had plans to build a river through his lands when the land grew much larger.

The door opened behind him, and Milly stepped out, covered in her usual thick clothes.

“In two days, we’ll enter the dungeon. James says he’ll meet us outside the ranger gate.”

“If I could put you somewhere warm enough to be comfortable without so many clothes, would you want to go there until the dungeon?” Zack asked.

“Don’t dangle something I can’t have in front of my nose. But I can smell you have more than a thought experiment. Please give it to me. What solution do you have?”

“I don’t like that you must suffer so much daily. So, with my skill, I made a place in my private space where you can live comfortably. Time also moves differently there, so when you go in, you’ll come out hours later.”

If she agreed, he would decelerate time to a crawl; 15 hours would seem like one in his demi-plane. Zack was a god there.

“Ok, so what? You’ll make it warm enough for me to be comfortable where I’m at, and two days will pass like no time.” Thistle was also uncomfortable going any further with Milly around. It was also a chance to look at her in her natural state. “You just want to see me naked, don’t you.”

“I wouldn’t spy on you, and you’ll barely feel like time has passed.”

“Fine, I trust that you don’t want to hurt me. We’ll try it, but you're letting me out if I don’t like it, right?” She sniffed the air and then seemed calmer. Could she smell lies or deceit? “The look on your face is adorable.”

Zack dropped her through a portal just big enough for her coat. It wasn’t that easy. If things resisted or were prepared, they could fight against his portal. It felt weird when things did that as if their will was fighting his own.

She fell slowly into his demi-plane as he selected a small area and placed some scorching bricks on the ground. Some dry brush caught fire, but Milly didn’t seem to mind. She tossed her coat on a nearby tree and stretched as he altered time within.

Milly moved like she was trudging through molasses, which was good enough for Zack to relax. She removed her mask and looked up, not knowing Zack could see everything from any angle he pleased. Sometimes, how much he saw within his world hurt his mind. It was the best way he found to level his perception.

When Milly took off her mask, he saw she had the face of an angel, and he wanted her, not as a sexual partner but as someone living in his demi-plane. If there were others like her, he wanted them too. Was it so terrible to want to populate his demi-plane with attractive people to look at?

Zack pulled his attention away from his drastically slowed-down demi-plane and found Thistle in his room, putting the banner of a horseshoe and three stars on his wall. It was the banner of the Team Calvary, an all-female centaur adventuring party he wanted when he saw them gallop into town to join in the dungeon. But that could wait for another time. He would see them again in the dungeon and during the grand opening to the public. Thistle liked the idea of him wanting more mares to join them.

Centaurs were a little weird.

Zack smirked and slapped her rump. One of her legs raised to kick before she spotted him at her flank.

“Don’t sneak up on me. I could have cracked your skull open.”

Zack leaned in, pushing his chest against her body. “Not before I wear you on my arm like a sock puppet.”

Her green eyes widened, and her ears turned. “Don’t say things like that so loud. Milly has ears almost as sharp as mine.”

“Milly is in my demi-plane enjoying a nice warm spot until it's time to go to the dungeon. It didn’t take much convincing. She would rather not suffer the cold if there was a choice.” Zack raised his rolled his eyebrows. “You could go in too with me, and we could have another 30 days to prepare.”

All he had to do was open a portal in the basement and leave it open as an anchor to the world. Otherwise, they might be stuck there. Zack hadn’t risked being trapped in his demi-plane for who knew how long.

He hopped and stole a kiss and her pink lips as her hair fluttered. Thistle tackled and tossed him on the bed before she ripped off her top. She was just as excited as he was, maybe more.

“Cleaning the room will be worth it.” Then she frowned. “Did you lock the door?”

Zack nodded. He had remembered.

She unclasped her bra, and his eyes widened as she tossed it on his nightstand. Milky white skin contributed heavily to her olive-skin-toned belly. His eyes felt glued to her breasts, and the pink nipples that screamed at him needed to be groped and sucked. He swallowed the gathering pond of saliva as it grew bigger. No Thistle neared him.

“Let me warn you one more time. You don’t have to. We can wait a little longer if you’re not ready.” He lunged and glomped her mouth with his own. She moaned and slammed her hooves down as she licked his tongue as they dueled for supremacy. Was that the mess she was talking about? Zack swallowed mouthfuls of her spit but didn’t care. Thistle was gorgeous.

That’s when it happened; he heard her unclasp her panties as she rubbed her back legs together. “I’m sorry, I can’t hold it anymore. This will be so weird. Please don’t leave me.”

She moaned and peed on the floor. Zack could smell her, and it was surprisingly sweet, unlike what he expected. Her tail came into view, tossed aside red like her hair, and angled provocatively like a flag surrendering to him.

Her face turned red, and tears welled up in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” Thistle said.

Damage control. He had to treat this like it was no big deal. He had to remove her embarrassment completely, but not in a way that would drive her off.

“Thistle, I love that you’re wet for me.”

“Then would you like a boob job? Mine are big, and you're in the perfect position.” Thistle said.

How she knew about that was a mystery, but he wouldn’t say no to squeezing his dick between her large breasts. Zack could only nod and let her wrap her glorious bodacious mounds around his cock, and then she slipped the head between her warm lips.

Zack groaned as she sucked and slowly wrapped her soft breasts around his meat stick while sucking and drooling on his head. He felt her lubricant setting in his lap as she raised her chest, and he felt her slurp up his head again. It was agony to restrain himself as she worked. Every single stroke nearly made him blow. Her pink lips smirked at him as she maintained steady eye contact with her big green eyes. A groan escaped him as she worked him over.

Her soft nipples rubbed against his cock as she pushed their soft surface against him, and he felt her nipples hard as she rose and fell. Zack could see the veins on his cock stand on end as she brought him to the edge of climax and kept him there, working him up and then sucking on his head and rolling her tongue over his most sensitive places. He grabbed her hair and pulled as he rose, pushing inches of his cock into her throat.

Thistle’s mouth watered further as he took the full heat of her as her tongue lapped at his balls while her throat messaged his cock. When he pulled away, he felt harder and more significant than ever. Eight inches, far more extensive than before the dreamlands, would it be enough?

How she looked at it and then back at him told him all he needed to know. She wanted him to finish in her mouth. His cock wasn’t up to the task of taking on a hungry centaur pussy. Maybe with a little more effort, he could gain one more inch.

Plow was active in a way he wasn’t prepared for. It wasn’t dangerous by any means, but his balls felt a little fuller when he activated the skill in the strange way his mind drew up. It was drawing on more of his endurance and regeneration than it had previously. Usually, the skill drew on his strength and perception to keep rows even if it was a completely different experience.

“Don’t take any skills against your build for me,” Thistle said.

Her voice was more hopeful than anything. She was a girl that wanted to feel normal and get off. That shouldn’t be such a tall order; if she couldn’t get it from him, she would get it from someone else. No, he wasn’t going to let that happen.

Zack cried out through the ether for anything that might help.

Monster Breeding

Monster Tamer

Monster Adapting

Monster Mate

Blue Druid

Zack froze at the choice he hadn’t imagined. With Blue Druid, he could alter himself and become a monster. But that didn’t fit his build at all. Something like Blue Druid would be great, but it would take up much of his time.

Zack chose Monster Tamer.

Monster Tamer: Through acts both carnal and through steady training, the monster tamer can earn the loyalty of non-humans in a variety of ways. In this case, users can adjust their bodies to understand monsters better.

Level: 1/99

Rank: G

Adjustments took time. He might not give Thistle screaming orgasms immediately, but with enough time, his skill would see him through.