61 Taking Advantage
If she were being honest, Ghislaine wasn't too enthused about the notion of losing her virginity to anyone, much less a human. Unfortunately, even if she took medicine or exhausted herself with training, the symptoms of Ghislaine's heat grew stronger with each passing year. Her species had a biological need to produce offspring, so the longer she ignored the call of nature, the louder it became.
Had Paul not arrived, Ghislaine knew it was only a matter of time before she fled the Sword Sanctum and 'attacked' someone in the neighboring regions. She had been conditioned not to harm the people training within the Sanctum, so there weren't many other options available to her. There was Gal, but even though she admired his strength, the thought of losing her virginity to him made Ghislaine sick to her stomach...
After waiting for Paul to catch up to her, Ghislaine, squatting down with her palms on the ground, inhaled a deep breath before exhaling a massive cloud of condensation. Then, in an almost growling tone, she said, "There is a tradition among the Beast Race...mates will fight to decide...who gets to be the boss. The loser has to obey the winner...understood...?"
Well aware of the traditions of the Beast Race, Paul nodded his head and said, "Sure. Just remember, I'm not a member of the Beast Race. I plan to respect your culture and traditions, but we both know it wouldn't exactly be fair if the two of us were to settle things with a brawl..."
Though he now had the benefit of Touki to empower him, Paul was barely as strong as Ghislaine was without it. The Beast Race were also naturally gifted wrestlers/brawlers, so there was no way he could defeat Ghislaine in a traditional bout.
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Realizing there was some truth to Paul's words, a serious and conflicted expression developed across Ghislaine's face. She also knew she was a lot stronger than him, so it did feel a little unfair to have him fight on her terms. However, fighting and swordsmanship were really the only things two things she knew. They could compete by seeing who could hunt the largest prey, but her enhanced senses gave her an even bigger advantage when it came to hunting than fighting...
Falling directly into Paul's trap, Ghislaine looked to him, her voice hot and steamy as she panted, "What...do you...suggest...?"
After spending an inordinate amount of time thinking about how the original Paul must have seduced Ghislaine, Paul came to only a single conclusion. The original must have tricked her. Unfortunately, as he didn't exactly want to end up Ghislaine's lackey, Paul had little choice but to do the same. So, in response to Ghislaine's question, he proposed, "We will pit our respective strengths against one another...a contest of raw power versus sexual stamina..."
Though Paul's suggestion kind of put the cart before the horse, Ghislaine either didn't think about it or didn't care as she heatedly replied, "Okay...!" before promptly pouncing on and pinning him in the snow.
With Ghislaine tearing open his jacket with her razor-sharp claws, Paul realized the time for talk had come and gone. At this point, he could really only wait for Ghislaine to 'take' what she wanted before turning the tables on her once she began to calm down. It was mind-numbingly humiliating, but after waking up to find his ass being washed by a trio of girls he had previously slept with, there was very little that could shake Paul's mind...
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"You do realize...I can tell...when you're cumming...attempting to deny it...is just being obstinate..."
With Ghislaine clinging to him in a desperate attempt to stop or, at the very least, restrict his movements, Paul just ground the tip of his glans against the depths of her swelteringly hot cavern. It was actually kind of surreal, as, unlike a normal human woman, Ghislaine's insides were much, much hotter. Stranger still, Paul was pretty sure he could feel her uterus descending, 'kissing' his shaft as he continued to move in and out of her despite her smothering embrace.
"No...you're wrong...I still haven't...cum...!"
Punctuating her words, Ghislaine bit Paul's shoulder for the umpteenth time since the start of their little sexcapade. Her nails had also cut up his back pretty badly, so much so that they had even needed to stop at one point due to a monster being lured to their location by the smell of blood.
Clenching his teeth, Paul asked, "Will you be satisfied...if the only reason you won...is because you keep lying...and biting me...?"
Since he was beginning to feel a little lightheaded, Paul attempted to use Ghislaine's pridefulness against her. He had actually found it kind of cute when she first bit him but seeing her face, neck, and chest now covered in his blood was a pretty massive turn-off...
Hearing Paul's words, Ghislaine weakened her hold on him just enough to get a look at his condition. When she saw him covered in blood, a feeling of panic briefly washed over her as she asked, "Should I...turn around...?"
Though it almost felt like cheating, Paul didn't hesitate to answer, "Please do...I would rather not die...during our first time together..."
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Interpreting Paul's words literally, Ghislaine released her hold on him, a tiny yelp emanating from her throat as she fell against the cold ground and snow. Paul had been in a modified pushup position to tire Ghislaine out and get a bit of leverage, so she had been dangling from his body for the better part of twenty minutes.
Though the sudden and drastic change in temperature caused his little brother to protest, Paul exhaled a sigh of relief when Ghislaine released him. The latter noticed this, an apologetic expression developing across her face as she asked, "Are you okay...?"
Returning a sincere yet forced-looking smile, Paul gave the outside of Ghislaine's left thigh a light smack as he huffed, "Stop dawdling...we're still...in the middle...of a match..."
Staring at Paul's almost war-weary visage, Ghislaine was beginning to regret her obstinance. In truth, she had 'cum' more times than she could count. She just didn't want to admit it since Paul had only cum twice...
Wiping away some of his blood from her face, Paul's expression softened as he whispered, "Hey...don't give me that sad look...I knew what I was getting myself into...now, be a good kitten...and turn that ass around...I'm not stopping even after you surrender..."
Though she felt a shiver spread through her body in response to Paul's final statement, Ghislaine obediently presented her butt to him. In a way, this was already an indication that Ghislaine had submitted, but there was no way Paul would be satisfied with guilting her into obedience. As sus as it sounded, he had dreamed of fucking the buxom cat girl into submission since he first realized he had reincarnated as Paul. The only way he would stop now was if she legitimately begged him to or if he passed out...either way, he was coming out of this with a big-tittied kitty within his retinue...
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While the sudden and unexpected maturation of nearly their entire group had disrupted a few of her plans, Ningguang didn't hesitate to capitalize on it.
No longer inhibited by their childish physiques, even people like Xinyan and Diona were nearly Saint-level while those evaluated as 5-Stars were comparable to Kings. Qiqi and Yoimiya were exceptions due to their lack of Visions, but Zhongli and Kusanali more than made up for everything by outclassing even Emperors.
Though it took most of the Geo Energy she had accumulated since her arrival in the world of Mushoku Tensei, Zhongli was able to drop a 300m long spear on the palace belonging to Eura Wayne Kurr, the leader of the Markien Mercenary Country. Afterward, she, alongside Kusanali, entered through the front doors of the palace and began cutting down everything while the latter used her Dendro powers to seal off the exits.
With Eura Wayne Kurr dying to the meteor-like spear Zhongli had dropped on the palace, there wasn't a single person within the Markien Mercenary Country capable of stopping her. What left people confused was the fact neither she nor Kusanali attempted to establish themselves as the ruler of the Strife Zone. In the wake of the practically apocalyptic attack, the duo had vanished without a trace, leaving behind a massive spear and a literal forest of trees and vegetation.
Taking advantage of the massive power vacuum caused by Eura's death, Ningguang spread her influence to the upper, Northwestern region of the Strife Zone while everyone else was fighting over the center. There were more than eighty mines located along the outskirts of the region, and, no matter who ended up in control of the center, Zhongli and Kusanali would be able to take them out. Thus, while everyone else was squabbling over the newly fertile region created by Kusanali, Ningguang was consolidating power and resources in preparation for slowly driving everyone else out...
If Ningguang had her way, it wouldn't be long before the Strife Zone was renamed Liyue. The hardest part would be convincing people to settle in the region and raising an army large enough to protect their borders.
Fortunately for Ningguang, there were a number of Kingdoms in the South that she could 'borrow' both resources and personnel from...
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Hearing a sound from the mouth of the cave he was presently residing in, Paul opened his eyes to find Ghislaine approaching him on all fours with a deceased, snow-white rabbit in her mouth.
Rolling to a seated position, Paul had to restrain a wry smile as Ghislaine dropped the carcass near his feet. He had emerged as the victor in their 'battle,' but he ended up losing a lot more blood than either of them had realized. That, combined with the sub-zero temperatures, caused Paul to pass out due to hypothermia. When he next awoke, he found himself in a cave, delirious from fever and covered in animal carcasses.
Though he intended to have a serious talk with her once they returned to the Sword Sanctum, Paul had been allowing Ghislaine to take care of him according to her instincts. He didn't have the heart to condemn her when she had made such an earnest effort to help him, so, even after his fever had broken, Paul allowed Ghislaine to continue 'nursing' him until he had fully recovered.
"Thanks for your efforts..."
Extending his hand, Paul caressed the borderline feral cat girl in front of him. He didn't know if he was because he had gone overboard or if it was due to her heat, but Ghislaine had reverted to a very animalistic mentality since his collapse. Fortunately, Paul understood this was a fairly common condition among members of the Beast Race, especially during their first 'active' mating season. He just needed to wait a few weeks, and Ghislaine would gradually return to normal. Until then...
While rubbing her head and face against Paul's palm, Ghislaine grabbed at the animal pelts covering him, an almost pained look developing across her face as her ardor exceeded the threshold of her senses. Fortunately, more so because she had torn his clothes apart than anything else, Paul was already naked. He was also aware of his position in their relationship, so, before Ghislaine could completely lose herself and attack him, Paul's expression and tone hardened as she commanded, "Turn around and stick your ass out...I'm going to fuck you until you can't even crawl..."
Trembling due to Paul's words, Ghislaine, naked as the day she was born, readily obeyed. Instead of simply sticking her butt out, however, she used her hands to spread her cheeks and vulva apart, face pressed to the cold stone of the cave floor as she waggled her plump and pliant ass from side to side...
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