The Line-Cutting Fairy
Knock knock. "It's me, Daphne."
At the sound of Tier's knock and voice, Daphne hurried over with light footsteps and opened the door. "Heehee. Come on in, Tier."
Tier, dressed in light clothes just like Daphne, slipped inside and began subtly scanning the room. Daphne tilted her head at her friend's slightly off behavior, but shrugged it off as just being a while since they'd seen each other. Tier ignored whatever Daphne had been up to and started sniffing around the room, wrinkling her nose repeatedly.
Daphne felt a twinge of hurt at Tier's guarded demeanor but understood. 'Tier's a beastkin, after all.' Leaving the sniffing Tier be, Daphne tried to lighten the awkward atmosphere by preparing some tea.
"Hold on, Daphne."
"Huh?"
But Tier grabbed her hand as she set out the tea leaves and cups, then pressed her nose against Daphne's body, sniffing all over.
"What are you doing, Tier?!"
Daphne yelped and tried to pull away, but given their difference in strength, it was impossible. Best to let Tier do her thing first, then chew her out. "Sniff. Sniff."
As Tier's hot breath washed over her, Daphne barely suppressed a laugh. How long had she waited like that? Finally, Tier released her and stepped back.
"Tier! Why... Huh?!"
Daphne was about to let her have it when she locked eyes with a wolf baring gleaming pupils. "Grrr..."
The murderous glare, like facing a lifelong enemy, poured over her entire body. Daphne trembled like a leaf, cold sweat trickling down her chin from instinctive tension.
"Why... why are you like this, Tier..."
She barely pried open her frozen jaw. Tier bared her teeth, hesitating, but her viscous killing intent kept flowing. Daphne clamped her mouth shut, waiting silently for her to speak.
In the awkward room, Tier lifted her head and glared at Daphne. "Wait here."
With a growling warning, Tier strode out. The room felt empty once she left.
"Hah. Hah."
With the killing intent gone, Daphne finally gasped for air, pondering what the hell was happening. They bickered sometimes, but not to this extent—their bond wasn't that shallow.
"What the heck... Hiiing."
Tier wouldn't bare her teeth without reason. It meant Daphne had committed some massive screw-up without realizing it. She racked her brain, but it only gave her a headache. Plopping onto the bed, she gently stroked her lower belly—a habit now—when the door burst open.
"Berg?"
In came Tier and Berg. Why was Berg here all of a sudden? But Tier bringing her mate meant it was beyond her handling—a silent pressure. Daphne trembled as realization dawned. Berg slowly scanned her from head to toe.
Silence hung heavy. His gaze stopped at her lower belly. Instinctively wrapping her arms around it, Daphne spoke up.
"Tier, um, what's going on? What the hell is this situation?"
Tears welled in her eyes, her voice a pathetic whine unlike herself. 'Shit.' She felt utterly wronged, not knowing what was up. Friend bares teeth, drags in her mate for intimidation. After sniffling a bit, calming down and swallowing snot, Berg finally spoke.
"Tier, what'd you say? Repeat it."
Tier glanced at the calm Berg, then glared at Daphne like she wanted to devour her. "Grrr... Daphne smells like the pack leader!"
Daphne blinked blankly at the nonsense. "Eh?"
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Silence blanketed the room, Tier baring her teeth at the dumbfounded Daphne. While Tier was away from the tower, Daphne had been prepping for a solo night when Tier barged in. Rushing over frantically, she sniffed all over my body, especially my crotch. I was getting hard from it when she suddenly started sniffling and whining.
Long story short: Daphne's body had been reeking of my scent for days, growing stronger. Sensing something off, Tier checked her room today and confirmed it—no denying it. She rushed back to me, sniffed again, and whined that I only smelled like my usual fresh self and her own scent. No clue what was up.
Tier's nose was top-tier, so even I was baffled. But if there's a problem, solve it, right? A three-way confrontation was needed, so I headed straight to her room. Stepping in, there was Daphne, demurely on the bed, gently stroking her bulging lower belly.
Neither knew why things escalated like this. Time to probe one by one.
"Tier says Daphne smells like me, right?"
"Yeah..."
First: Daphne's body reeks of me.
"Where and how strong?"
Tier ground her teeth, glaring at Daphne's lower belly. "Eek?!" Daphne clutched it desperately.
Second: Of all places, my scent from her lower belly. Piecing it together, I suddenly wondered about Daphne's "happy time." Everything traced back post-happy time, gears clicking perfectly. A chill ran down my spine. 'Fuck?'
In case my suspicions were right, I steadied my trembling voice. "Hey... Daphne."
"Yes?"
"What'd you do while Tier and I were fucking?"
Her eyes shook wildly. Face paling, she fidgeted under my knowing glare. No lies possible—she hung her head in shock.
"I... I secretly peeped..."
Tier stopped growling, cheeks flushing. Daily she lost her mind to debauchery, so sudden shame hit. But focus: Daphne's happy time. I nodded at her.
"Explain."
"H-how?!"
"Daphne."
She was the culprit now. My stern glare wilted her defiance; she sighed resignedly.
"I... used that hole..."
"The hole."
"While watching..."
"..."
"..."
Eyes squeezed shut, head turned. I prodded anyway. "While watching?"
Hands over face, she mumbled. "With the wand..."
Out-of-nowhere wand confession. All eyes locked on the wand casually on the table. 'Smaller than mine.' Shaking off the thought, I eyed her.
"Then what?"
"Huh?"
Tier gaped beside me; Daphne tilted her head at my calm. Thinking that was it, but I pressed for details. She fidgeted, then spoke.
"Uh... j-just in case, I washed up."
"With Undine?"
"Eh?! Yeah. How'd you know?"
Forgetting her shame, she gawked that I predicted it. A hollow laugh escaped me.
"You didn't pass out, right?"
"I did..."
Blushing nod—everything clicked. 'This is how it happens?'
Absurd sigh escaped as I opened my skill window.
Can set the fertility of the opposite sex and transcends the limits of reproduction.
Honestly, I'd been busy with Tier, ignoring Daphne. Learning elves were infertile later sealed it—no issue. No direct sex, infertile species—what's fertility setting matter? But this world's a game based on my original one.
Occasional awakeners get spirit-related powers. Spirits act like high-end AI, super efficient for users. They draw mana, do their job, then evaporate. Handy, but unique when summoner passes out.
'Spirits return to spirit realm mentally if mana depletes, leaving physical form.' For Daphne's water spirit: reverse summon dumps water there. Minor quirk—summoners rarely faint, water's no biggie. Variables ignored normally.
But here, they chained like a gift set. Water spirit sucking ambient moisture—including my cum flooding next door from wild fucking?
'Definitely used my semen.' Not 100%, but some. Then: fainting spirit can't maintain form post-wash, leaves body in her pussy. Tiny semen amount impregnates—current result.
Chuckling wryly, I explained fully. Compared my overwhelming virility to elf pregnancy feat; lectured on Undine's overlooked mechanics. As it sank in, Tier and Daphne's faces shifted.
Snap! I grabbed Tier's nape as she lunged. "Daphneeee!!!!!"
She thrashed in my arms, eyes gleaming murderously. Letting go would rift them forever. 'Bound to happen someday.' Ignoring teary Daphne clutching her belly, I stroked Tier's head soothingly.
"Grrr. Hic. Sniff."
Room held two beauties staring at me with teary eyes. 'Ah, jackpot.' Halting the out-of-turn challenger, I spoke.
"Tier, even if unintentional, I gotta take responsibility for Daphne."
Pleasureless or not, she was mine now. 'Threesome time. Heh.' Tier drooped ears and tail, sniffling endlessly.
As wolf beastkin, if I were just her mate, maybe. But I'm pack leader. She couldn't defy—sensed it. Calming her killing intent, she marched to Daphne.
Daphne clutched her belly fearfully at her sole friend. Tier's tail wagged half-heartedly, pitying her. Self-pleasure alone—no real crime, right?
"I'm first wife, Daphne."
Straight-backed wolf declared primacy; pregnant elf sniffled nonstop. Thus began rule-setting bickering. Hand on hip, gesturing boldly: Tier. Belly-clutching nods: Daphne. I watched warmly as the chaotic fuss finally ended.