Episode 15: Selecting Slaves <Side: The 2nd Apostle, Mel Grande>
『Cross Moon Territory - Day 21 (Morning)』
Alex... no, Blair, reborn as the Goddess's apostle, had finally reunited with us and we'd slaked our pent-up longing in a thorough, sloppy fuckfest. Afterward, we'd slipped into the Cube, where I handed over her gear and discovered the true purpose of that mysteriously appeared chamber.
A slave manufacturing facility, of all things... If we use it right, the Goddess's world might come even sooner♥
But having the facility is one thing—without materials to run it...
"Let's talk more outside for now. Without materials, this fine factory's useless, right?"
"True, Mel has a point. We have workers and tools, but no slave stock..."
"Exactly. Slaves can't be self-sustaining in here. We'll hunt materials outside and feed 'em to the facility."
They both nodded at my take, and we headed out to hash out future plans over drinks.
Blair fondly stroked the wriggling mass of tentacles, while Clarice eyed the sprawling mountain of slick tendrils. Toss some stock in there, and it'd churn out slaves, no doubt.
"Shall we head out, then?"
Light poured from the Cube in Clarice's grip, swallowing our vision once more. The Goddess's radiant glory♥—it caressed our bodies so tenderly as we returned to our starting point.
Staying in the Cube kept out the humans' revolting stench and noise, but we'd never fulfill our most great and lewd Goddess's wishes that way. We had to guide the world to her sooner...
--Vrrr...
"Sniff sniff...♥ Ahh♥ Such a filthy, sexy smell♥ Hope it doesn't leak out?"
The light faded, dropping us back in Blair's room, where we'd just been sucking and biting at each other. The walls dripped with it, the bed soaked—the pungent reek of semen and pussy juice filled the air.
Our cocks twitched skyward in unison, drooling nectar down our thighs. Blair fretted over leaks, but...
"No worries, Blair♥ Mel's barrier covers the whole inn♥"
"Back when Blair was still Alex♥ We'd fuck every night, but humans interrupting killed the mood. So I set up a sound-and-scent-proof barrier♥"
"Ah... So that's why the inferior races didn't meddle..."
Humans are sensitive to smells and sounds. Our apostle cum reeks, and our orgasms are loud—far from ordinary. But we have the Goddess's grand mission; we can't risk exposure over mere stench, hence the barrier.
"We could fuck with windows and doors wide open—no smell or sound escapes."
--Creak...
To ease Blair's worry, I creaked open the window.
"Plus, outsiders see us as normal adventurers. It distorts our forms too. Covers every base. Cool, huh♥"
I'd love to ditch the inferior gazes, moan like sluts carefree, but our identities stay secret for now. Tedious precautions—for swiftly blanketing the territory in the Goddess's blessing.
--Ssh, ssh♥
"Anyway, time for a solid plan... Unngh♥ We need to nail down slave stock, apostles too... Haaang...♥ This yummy cum-and-juice mix... Can't hold back♥"
Clarice's patience snapped at the room's aroma—one hand stroking cock, the other flicking nipples—as she broached slave production.
Haa... Seeing her extreme penis sway makes me wanna jerk too♥
"Apostles are only those the Goddess chooses. We'll handle that later... Unngh♥♥ Slaves first."
Blair pondered, chin in hand—while roughly pumping her cock with the other.
"Both are critical, but we don't know the Goddess's criteria for apostles... Shift to slaves first?"
"As Mel says♥ Ahh♥ Cock's so hard...♥ Wasting time like this is pointless♥"
"Slave conversion needs... humanity♥ The ultimate honor for inferior mankind♥"
Clarice and Blair kneaded their cocks pleasurably. Haa... Mine's throbbing too♥ Time to join...
Just then, a glimpse out the open window below the inn sparked it.
"Hm...? Huh...?"
Slave stock: humanity. This territory's full of 'em. But kidnapping risks exposure. We apostles won't lose to inferiors, but fights could reveal the Goddess. Headache. Why bother with barriers otherwise?
"Mel...? Ohho♥ W-What's up♥"
--Spluuurt♥♥
Clarice's cock erupted hot cum—the jizz aimed out the window splattered against the barrier, pattering to the floor.
"Ahaha♥ Hit me with a brilliant idea♥"
Not planned, but the view outside clicked something. A wicked grin spread unbidden♥ All for helping the Goddess♥
"A game-changer for slave conversion and apostle recruitment—two birds, one stone♥"
"R-Really?"
"What is it...?"
Hooked, they pressed close, cum-stinking cocks in my face. God, the scent's dizzying♥
"Look down there first."
I pointed out the window.
"Kyaa! Thief!"
"Grrr..."
"Aang! You picking a fight?!"
"Pickpockets, beggars, thugs. If the territory's a machine, they're scrap gears♥ Useless rejects, discarded by society."
We'll use 'em for slaves and apostles~
"Aha♥ So give the trash a chance—to bask in serving the Goddess... and us! Plus, no one hunts missing scum♥"
"Yeah... Lowlifes like that? No immediate search. And one might be apostle-fated during conversion. We went from rookie adventurers to apostles♥"
"Mm. Not quite."
West side alleys alone teem with vermin—prime numbers.
"We won't hide kidnappings for slaves. We'll make 'em obvious♥"
Even if they ignore a few vanishings, total wipeout changes that♥
"Force the upper crust to care? Meaning... target higher-ups."
"Slaves and apostle prospects! Mel!"
"Bingo! Smart girls♥"
Bait operation. Target quality investigators probing mass vanishings alongside slaves.
"Future apostles need strength. Martial prowess, iron will... prime material for mighty ones♥"
"Our human days? Barely 'promising seed'."
"Hopeless rejects fits better. Our ascension? Near-miracle..."
I can't presume the Goddess's will, but our goal's her dream. Future apostles from talent; even if not, elite slaves♥
"TL;DR: Use losers for slaves and scout gems! Slaves first, obvs."
They mulled, then nodded approval.
"We control it. With the Goddess's relic Cube, traceless alley grabs. No magic trail."
"Plant 'traceless vanishings' upstairs... Hehe♥ They'll sense trouble, send investigators♥"
"Unknown foe? Small elite teams, stealthy. We devour 'em, grow stronger♥ Aaah~ Can't wait♥"
Inferiors challenging the Goddess? Impossible. She's supreme♥
"Let's start♥ Secure slave stock... and recruit allies... Oh, first... Unngh♥"
"Ah! No solo action! Mel! Us too... together♥"
"Just imagining the streets echoing her praise... this aroused♥"
Future visions bloated our cocks rock-hard♥ Soon, this territory—world—dyed in her colors... Aaah♥ Gonna cum thinking♥
"Quick nut before we go♥ Balls too full, walking's a pain. Hehe♥"
"Yes♥ Just... one shot each♥♥"
--Ssh, ssshh♥♥
We three gripped cocks in sync, furiously stroking. Sister apostles sync up♥ Ahahaha♥
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『Cross Moon Territory - Day 21 (Noon)』
Hearing Mel's plan, I envisioned the Goddess's paradise soon to come. My hand drifted to my cock, pumping wildly in excitement.
Pressing the glans, raking the rigid shaft...
--Spluuuurt♥♥♥
"Ohho♥ Haaaah♥♥"
Our cocks erupted in unison—no signal needed—drenching each other in thick, vulgar spurts. Slutty moans rang, barrier or no; white-yellow cum clung, stinking fiercely.
Soon, yin gates glowed, absorbing it all. We wallowed in afterglow.
"Haa... haa... Aaah♥ N-Not done yet♥ More coming♥♥ Wanna stay like this♥"
"Noon already...♥ How long we cumming? Gotta show those trashes her glory soon♥"
Clarice milked lingering jizz; Mel smeared sweat, gleaming her chocolate skin brighter.
"Hoo... Nostalgia's nice, but... Haah♥ Focus, plan details..."
We panted, licking stray cum. Their lewd faces tempted another round, but time to move♥
"How many cleanses today, where to start♥"
Reining in lust, I pressed on. Their breaths steadied, composure returning—cocks still dripping unshed loads♥
"Start nearby♥ Tired of stinky humans close by♥"
"Agreed♥ Two days' pace, low-key♥ They'll scout after we clear this zone. That's our bait♥"
"Yes. Finally... Let's go♥ All for our greatest, lewdest Goddess♥"
"[[All for our greatest, lewdest Goddess♥♥]]"
We chanted our oath, prepping swiftly. Mel cleaned the room magically; Clarice boosted speed and stealth. Fully geared, we descended to the first floor—for alibis and outpost securing♥
"□ □□□□□□□□? □ □□□!"
Human stink assaulted; a male yapped at us. Apostle senses backfire—unwanted scents, sights all too clear.
"□□□□□□□□!?"
"Blair... Process that male? Nauseating..."
"Endure. Post-stock secure, we'll purge this inn♥"
--Creak...
Ignoring the male, we hit streets, straight to back alleys.
"Haa... Humans reek this bad? How'd you endure?"
"Annoying, but necessary. Sacrifice pawns for the endgame."
"Aww♥ Blair gets our pain now♥ Tears♥"
Crowded streets amplified the stench leagues beyond the inn. Shameful, repulsive—once my kin. But as Mel said, we're pawns for her grand ambition. Can't botch it over moods. Grit teeth.
"Yin gates make us look like normal adventurers. My blessing mutes presence—no face-slap, no notice!"
"That alley I spotted. Clean from there♥"
Mel's narrow back alley: drunks sprawled with bottles, thugs leering—den of darkness.
"Those humans owe us gratitude. Free new chance♥"
We stepped into the dim alley. A grand stride for the Goddess's slave conversion, beyond petty quests♥
"Let's go♥ First slaves... Ahahaha♥♥"
First apostle deed ahead, laughter bubbled. What slaves await♥
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