The delicious scent of the seafood boil filled the air, burning my nose with its spices and whetting my appetite. Overhead light shone down, and the storm clouds hesitantly cleared but didn't go away as if they were waiting to gather for the next high tide. I crushed the beer can in my hand and tossed it in a trash bag. Bullet casings sparkled along the beach, the wave took some while the large seagulls pecked at others. I watched one of the gulls swallow an arm from one of the monsters down its gullet before flying off. My stomach rumbled as I waited to toss the carcasses into the boil.
With a standard pyromancy spell voucher in my hand, I was a little anxious. I needed a good long-range attack or a utility to turn the tide. Damage wasn't the issue, but I found something interesting as I looked through the spells. It was still just a common spell. All it did was burn a target that had taken damage from the user. From what I read, I had to place the curse with the desire to cause harm willingly. The spell was called burn and was as common as they came.
I purchased the spell, and a block of information squeezed into my head like a couch being pushed through a too-small door. In the struggle, the door of my mind nearly popped off the hinges.
Then a cartridge fell into my ring inventory. The basics of pyromancy fell into my lap along with the spell. If I wanted to learn, I would need to find the time to put on the helmet for an hour.
Then there was the skill.
It was an uncommon voucher labeled monk. From the monk class, whatever that was, I could get any skill of the uncommon rank. That was great since monks were close to cultivators, it had promise for something good that would synergize with my build. As I looked through the options, I found there was a difference between short—and long-term power. Some skills would give me an immediate gain, while others could take a while to get going.
Phoenix Fists sounded cool, but they took time to practice. A short description informed me that I had to dip my fists in burning sand for an hour a day for a month to temper my fists. The Spirit Gun was all about turning chi into a weapon. The only problem was that I needed to balance on a needle while using chi at the tip of my finger to hold myself aloft. I stared at the list as it kept going with skill after skill, ready to drive me crazy.
One skill, named Dragon's Fury, increased my strength by 50% for an hour for every hundred times I recited the sutra for the skill. It promised some growth. Then there was the fire fist that lit my hand on fire and struck like a fire bolt. But that was all the skill would ever be, a weak attack used at close range.
I put a pin on my decision and opened the live tank. With a heave, I pulled the bodies out one at a time and tossed them in the cauldron. In an hour, I would be eating well. Then maybe I could take a nap until the next high tide.
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Odi waited in the shelter with the other women and children. No one wanted to risk the life of a sacrifice lest one of their family be chosen in an emergency lottery. She bowed her head to the spikey statue of the great maw with the others praying for her wrath to be appeased. It wouldn't be long until this fear was a thing of the past.
She practiced her stress away, gathering drops of water from the air and letting them rain from her elbows, the back of her knees, and the base of her spine. Any point where it was difficult to condense and wield water, she focused on and saw a rise in her abilities. She spoke the sacred sutras as she gathered vapor from the air and watched the statue of Morrtha for inspiration.
Her plan was working; she felt it. By avoiding sleeping with the man, she put off a disgusting experience and ensured his survival. Men, even strange, round-eared ones, fought harder when they were left unsatisfied. Tomorrow, she would sleep with him and plant the seeds of a desire to see her live. All she had to do was follow the instructions.
Odi was given a number like the others. She was 546. Morrtha would come and feast on elf flesh until she was full. Centuries ago, those who numbered in the 200s were spared. Decades ago, those in the 800s were spared. And twenty years ago, when the sacrifice was last done, 2000 sacrifices were consumed. This sacrifice, 5000 elves, were prepared to meet their doom in the jaws of the deep maw.
The titan's elven face was so beautiful, it was a shame. Odi was going to kill her and take her place.
She heard the son of the chief approaching. It started with whispers, and then a woman her age swooned at the sight of him. His clear, dark skin, high cheekbones, and the sheer radiance of his golden hair made her heart quicken.
Odi's eyes sparkled at the sight of him. Golden armor covered his waist and lined his boots, his handsome chest was exposed for all to see. The amulet of Morr contained blue jade carved by his ancestors; it was named Morrtha's eyes. It was said that whoever wore that amulet gained twice as much chi with every breath. His eyes sparkled like gems, a sign of powerful chi, and his mane of golden hair seemed to glow even in the underground shelter. She squeezed her thighs together on reflex.
They were sticky when all John did was make her dry. She wouldn't have to say those words with him at her power's instruction. Unfortunately, not even her power could help her follow the steps needed to get the chief's heir to save her. Even with his help, taking the deep maw's power was impossible.
Why couldn't this be the man who would save her? Once she had the power, John wouldn't matter. She would be the new titan, and then she would have.
"I don't believe we've been formally introduced."
She smiled, and he paused to check her out. It was the best feeling in the world, so she jumped at the chance to speak with him even if her power told her to shut her mouth.
"You're Aelrick Tidestar Pearlith, it means ruler of the waves. I like your amulet, it brings out your eyes. They are so blue and deep like the ocean."
Pearlith was the wealthiest freshwater city in Tide Born. Pearls were found in freshwater oysters deep in the waters of Ichorflow, where an underground stream connected the freshwater to the sea. Only there could the rare oysters be found, and their rare pearls could be processed into talismans to increase the potency of one's chi.
The heir to the Tideborn tribe and ruler of Pearlith, the river city inland, had a smile that outshone the sun. She couldn't compare it to the crooked teeth of the being who would save her.
"I'm glad I've become so well known among our people. Of course, you are Odi to your friends. Can I be included among them?"
"Of course," She said.
"That's good. Well then, I have to ask since we're friends, why are you going out of the city to see that stranger on our doorstep?" She withdrew into herself. "Don't feel like you're in trouble. We can't punish you for meeting a stranger, even if you went back to him. A sacrifice can go beyond social norms, including meeting with beasts. One sacrifice has even lain with a Selphine harlot."
Images of the grey-skinned happy sea people filled her mind. They were of the ocean but not blessed by Morrtha like her people.
"Has he survived the tide?" Odi asked.
"The man dares to boil the children of Morrtha in a pot like crabs. Such an act against the deep maw must have a response. You will bring him into our power to stand trial for his sins. I have selected a panel of priests to judge him, and he will even enjoy the protections of a citizen." Aelrick said.
What was left unsaid were the penalties of a citizen who blasphemes against the deep maw. An outsider was exempt from such harsh penalties, but by giving him the protections of a citizen, it was possible to pass the harshest sentences.
"I don't think it's a good idea." Her power screamed at her to reconsider. Before Aelrick could speak, she interrupted herself. "I will do as you say, but it won't be easy. He is a hermit who doesn't understand our ways. Give me a week." The time shifted from three days to a week, peaking at two weeks before settling on a week. "That should give me enough time to open him to the idea."
"We could go get him ourselves, but my father has decreed that we remain ready always to battle the tide beasts. If you succeed, I will fill your nights with bliss until your sacrifice."
She shivered at the thought of sleeping with Prince Aelrick, the heir to the tideborn. Odi would get everything she wanted soon enough.
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I couldn't make up my mind. There were so many good skills on the list with different statistics. Some had extremely high potential but a slow buildup. I eventually decided on a defensive technique. As great as more speed would be, I needed to be able to take a hit.
Guardian Protector created an entity from my chi that shields my body even in its lowest form. All I had to do was speak a few sutras 10 times daily. I set some alarms to ensure I remembered them.
With that done, all that was left were the pills and the weapon token.
I activated the token and had a standard knife voucher. I snagged a knife that could be thrown and summoned back to my hand.
As for the pills, there were 5 of them, and their effect was impressive.
Blue Pill (Soul Fertility Capsule): Take one a day and see an improvement in the soul where spirit roots are grown. If a soul does not contain spirit roots, this pill will improve the quality of any spirit root integrated. This pill has no maximum limit on how many pills it can be taken with a host of spirit roots. For those who do not yet host spirit roots, the limit is a maximum of five pills.
I tossed back the first of 5 pills and felt my spine tingle. That was the hard limit of what I could feel from my soul.
After my alarm went off, I repeated my first sutra and pulled the first monster out of the cauldron. The once ocean blue shell had turned red. My new knife cut through the shell easily, and I pulled the delicious meat from the body.
I dipped the crab meat into melted minotaur butter mixed with golden garlic powder and enjoyed its sweet and spicy flavor. Each bite felt like a balm on my soul. I began to feel it as I bit into the angry face of an endsmouth potato. Slowly, I could feel the chi within the seafood boil I made.
Every bite seemed to push me to eat more. I could feel it as I digested the chi in the food, which carried through my veins to each cell in my body. The changes happening to my body were alien, but I sensed something opening.
My attention returned to the food.
The Verde corn was delicious and spicy, and the ogre onions had a nice flavor. All of it was good, and I had so much more to enjoy.
After I overstuffed myself and felt I needed to rest, it seemed the perfect time to put everything up. So I tossed a large locking lid on top of the soup that was still boiling. As the ember log burned still, I rubbed at my spice-coated mouth and made my way to my tent.
I set another alarm for a few hours before the next high tide and turned on my battery-powered fan. As I fell to sleep, I spoke my sutras, unsure how they would make a guardian protector appear.
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"John," my eyes cracked open. I had only just fallen asleep four hours ago. I rolled over on my side, and my stomach was flat again. It must have been the green pill. When it said higher metabolism, it meant it.
I whispered the sutras as I moved to open the flap to my tent. I yawned and already had a toothbrush in my mouth when the elf barged in. I spat outside my tent into the sand as she turned her glare at me. I put on some flip flops and gave her a side eye.
"What,"
"The warriors know about you, and that's all you have to say." I raised an eyebrow. "I'm worried."
I stepped outside and pissed much to Odi's fascination.
The clouds were gathering again, but there was plenty of time before the next tide. I felt a little excited by the prospect. What would happen when I applied burn to my shots? Even if they didn't penetrate, the burn curse would target them. Could I boil them in their shells?
I shook the drops off, exited my daydream of burning crab men alive, and turned to wave at the dolphin girls who happened to be hanging around the coast.
"I don't understand everyone's fascination with them," Odi said.
"They look so wet and slippery I just want to fuck them," I said.
"Golly, you weren't talking to me like that before."
I shrugged. What did she want with me? How else did she expect me to talk to her after the meeting? "Tree of liberty, you are beautiful. You know I nearly died at the last high tide, and do you know what I was thinking about?"
She swayed on her feet as I opened the cooler and found several cans of beer missing. I gave her a side eye before seeing a stack of empty beer cans.
"Me," Her eyes were the deepest blue I had ever seen.
"Yes," It was a complete lie to make her feel important. I was thinking about survival.
I leaned in and kissed her hungrily, and she returned my kiss without hesitation. I caressed her back, moved my crotch to bump into her, and did everything I could to be closer to her. My hand swept through her golden locks, and I ignored the buzzing sensation of chi within each hair. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth first, and matched it as desire built in me.
She pressed her breasts against my chest toward my tent. I closed the flap and felt her grip my shorts before pulling them down.
Before I knew it my cock was hard as diamond. And she fell to her knees, gripping it before licking up and down my length, hiding her face with her long, golden hair. My feet spread as she pushed against me sliding the head of my cock in her mouth before sucking with her lips and licking the underside of my meat stick. I clenched my teeth and ran my hands through her hair as Odi's dark lips played with my cock building my desire.
I couldn't take it anymore.
She gasped as I picked her up by her shoulders. I grabbed her bra and flipped it up, letting her heavy, bountiful breasts spill free. Then I lunged and sucked on her delicious breast. Odi moaned for the first time, and I stopped holding back. I grabbed her butt and pulled her closer and moved on to the other breast. She humped against me as I sucked and licked around her areolas and then moved lower. Her dark slit glistened in the low light as the sun began its descent. She didn't resist as I pulled her legs apart and dove between them. Her hands pressed against he back of my head.
I licked her clit and watched the stubborn organ engorge as I treated her pussy to a tongue bath licking around her precious flower encouraging it to bloom.
She pressed against my face as I struggled to taste every bit of her nectar. I broke off after a quick like lick of her ass sent her spasming. My shadow loomed over her through the half-zipped flap.
That was the end of gentleness. Her eyes widened as I impaled her in a single stroke, taking her virginity. I pushed her knees against her chest and slammed into her brutally as her pussy struggled to suck and clench around me.
When I came, she looked relieved. I flipped her over on her knees and slammed back inside of her. I grabbed her hips and rammed into her pushing her down to lay on her breasts as I pulled out to my tip and slammed home as her dripping pussy clenched.
"What are you doing to me?" I pushed into her depths and pulled away, leaving her clenching and spilling my seed between her legs. I mounted her again; she was so beautiful.
I couldn't stop myself from taking her a third time.
She opened her mouth as I rubbed my dick and covered her face with another load. Then I grabbed her fat breasts and slipped my cock between them. She opened her mouth, and I placed a finger on it. "We aren't done yet," I said.
I leaned in and kissed her ear. Odi shuttered as I slipped a finger in her unprotected butt as I slammed home again.
"What in tarnation are you doing now?" The head of my cock kissed her ass. Leave no hole unused.
I pressed in slowly, and she groaned like every second of it was agony. But I knew better; this elf was kinky as hell. Were all elves this way?
When I was nice and buried in her bowels, I slowly slid out and back in. She never looked more beautiful than me than when she was completely covered in my cum. I slipped out of her and came on her stomach. I tossed her a towel to clean herself off with.
…
Something was wrong; she had flipped some switch in him, and now he treated her like a toy. When before he was respectful her butt hurt and her meat slit ached. The slight asymmetrical gap on the left side of his smile didn't seem too bad. His breath had been minty instead of foul, like she suspected.
She slowly cleaned herself in his tent, where he slept.
Outside, she could see him doing body weight exercises. The next tide was coming, and each one was worse than the last, especially for the survivors. The monsters remembered who killed their comrades and would target them.
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