Chapter 1 - The Genderbend

Important Themes: Karma, Genderbending, Rape, Mind-break
Fandom: Rance
Characters: Rance(MC) Sill(MC) OC(MC)
Commissioner: Enigmatic
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“Can we stop walking for a little? Take a break?” A pinkette asks, panting harshly while stumbling along rocky terrain. “Rance-sama?” Her hair is floofy and thick, a look that she appreciates in the biting wind hitting her head.

“No breaks! We can rest when I’m swimming in cute girls.” Her walking partner denies. Unlike her he seems to have no real trouble with the terrain, striding with a confidence few could possess. His armor is recently polished, made to shine even in a derelict sun like this. His eyes glaze with lust, and his voice is bold, enthused and brimming with anticipation.

“But we’ve been walking for three days.” She whines lowly, “my feet hurt, and it’s cold. We don’t have any competition on this. We can take our time Rance-sama.”

“A slave shouldn’t be trying to tell me what to do. Just for that, you have to add some rocks to your pack.”

“But I’m already carrying both our packs.” She sobs to herself. He idly increases his walking pace, forcing her to race to keep up. Her breaths are ragged, forced and strained.

“Rance-sama, could you, hah-please slow down?”

“Why should I?” He asks.

“It’s too much, I need a break. Please - hua? Rance-sama duck!”

Normally he wouldn’t need to be asked twice, but teasing her as he is he readies another cruelty before his brain registers the urgency in her voice. “What-” it’s all he gets out before her crying out reaches his ears. Her limp body slams into him, bowling him over with her. She’s twitching, the effects of a lightning spell taking hold. “Damn-it.” He growls under his breath, gently placing her down on the ground to the side. He doesn’t have the time to find her somewhere more comfortable, he can already hear the next bolt charging in the distance.

Instead he jumps away from her to distract from her downed form, and sidesteps a bolt of potent white light that strikes where his arm just was. A glancing blow could prove deadly with lightning, and he’s prepared for the next, ducking under it and beginning to race across the rocky ground towards a better footing. There he can get a better view, and stop dodging on pure instinct.

The moment his feet touch the top of the nearest hill, his eyes dart in the direction of the haphazardly shot lightning rounds. The land expands out before him as far as the eye can see, dirt and shards of mountain ground down by years of storms without end. Despite what he’d teased Sill with, the rocks were getting to him too, it’s just too much. A momentary regret at his carelessness runs through his calm features.

There, his eyes spot the spark as it’s fired off. The exact location of a magic flare showing itself in his peripheral. He tsks, clicking his teeth and barely shifts out of the way at all to dodge the spinning flame bullet. “You think such slow magic could ever hurt the great Rance-sama!?” He calls out, posing brilliantly. The sun has an amazing angle in his opinion, making his breastplate glimmer and more than likely create an awe-inspiring sight from down there. “All you’ve done so far is assault a slave. You’re pathetic!”

When nothing happens, he lightly kicks a rock. Getting the guy to waste his magic with taunts was the best option, but if he’s not gonna do anything he has to go to him.

“You’re just convincing me to engage you from close quarters.” He taunts, taking his first steps off the hill with a confident and bold stride. “You won’t last two seconds once we’re close.”

He keeps his senses peaked, walking closer and closer to where he estimates the guy likely ran, before breaking out into a sprint the moment he hears breathing.

Right behind this little hill his target lies, he thinks, his eyes glimmering with mirth. He’ll pay for wasting his time. “Grah, got you!” He shouts as he launches himself over the hill, soaring through the air towards the shocked figure below. Greyblue seems to be his theme, his hair teal but with a foggy depth to it which draws the eyes and does well with the light. It’s almost pretty. His eyes actually are grey-blue, shining and prepared. The man isn’t surprised, just shocked. Prepared yet without readiness.

It’s only a mixture of luck and Rance announcing himself that allows the man to reach down and grab the dark blue dagger at his waist in time to barely deflect Chaos’s first strike. The black cloth from his mantle fluttering through the space between them as he jumps back and bright yellow sparks fly in all directions. The second strike at his side from Chaos is barely deflected as well, just catching the edge of the blade in time to buy himself the moment needed to get away from Rance’s reach.

The black sword in Rance’s hands eyes him with greed, enough bloodlust permeating the air to make him lose his footing and fall back, a footing mistake Rance capitalizes on. “Got you!”

Mere moments from the ‘hero of justice’ skewering his attacker with the demon sword, a smirk appears on the attacker’s face, lips twitching up. His hands dart out, letting go of the dagger and firing off an inferno that closes the distance between them in the blink of an eye. Rance’s muscles simply can’t bring the demon blade to bear.

“Shit!” Rance gasps out instead, jumping back as best as he can but being enveloped instantly. He’s battered from all sides, damage slipping through his armor one little stroke at a time. So many come that he’s quickly reduced to a haphazardly standing mess, standing with his sword digging into the ground to keep his footing. “Hah-damn-it.” He coughs out dust, eyeing the panting mage only a dozen feet away. He’s still confident, eyeing Rance like he’s trash. It’s infuriating for the hero, feeling his wrist tremble and his rage boil. “That was clever, but it was nothing compared to what I can do.”

“Oi! Be careful! That hurt!” The blade in his hands shakes, snapping at him. “Just because you’ll heal doesn’t mean I want scratches on my blade, be careful you-huh?”

“Shut up you dumb sword.” Rance snarls, baring his sharp shark-like teeth. “I have an arrogant moron to kill.”

“But Rance you-you’re sexy!”

“I don’t want to hear that from a male sword.” Rance sighs, “maybe Nikkou, but not you.”

“Nikkou, wouldn’t touch you with those tits!”

“I don’t have tits you useless pervy-Hua?” His eyes shift away from his opponent for the first time since the start, giving into the awkwardness of the exchange. Even his attacker looks a little out of place with it, unsure if he should keep attacking yet or wait.

Rance appreciates it, not that he’d ever tell him that. For he has a lot to take in, in a very short amount of time. Every moment of stalling gives him another instant to take in the change in his armor and body. Transformative magic is rare, if not unheard of. Not only is it almost worthless in today’s world but they’re just not that useful.

It’s that knowledge that has him unable to fully grasp what lies beneath his gaze. His breastplate has changed into round metal barely covering his blossomed breasts at all. His nipples stick out from the top, the new shape and wealthy size to them bending the metal out of the way magically. His chest is largely uncovered, creamy bare skin visible from every direction all the way past his navel.

Or her navel, as the case may be. Long legs stretch out beneath her, green stockings stopping in the middle of her thick thighs, and her boots largely the only things left intact armor wise aside from the bracelets around her arm length green gloves, and the metal collar around her neck holding up her white mantle.

Chaos’ sheath is held up with some leather holding onto her panties. And that’s the best she can call the green cloth that sticks to her ass and shows off a camel toe the likes of which she’d normally stare at with greed. She has a fantastic body, she must admit, one she’d love to lust after. Not that she would in this state, it’d be pointless, her hyper weapon is missing. “I, uh,” her hands shake, Chaos trembling in her grip. Her hair falls harmlessly and fluffily in her vision, as if given a fresh conditioning.

“You bastard! Change me back!” She throws everything she has into her fury, only now noticing just how high pitched and dare she say it cutesy her voice sounds. Just the kind of voice she’d normally enjoy breaking, just a little. Making her realize she’s her woman.

Prepared for the trap, Rance isn’t caught in the first large blast of power sent her way, swerving on her feet and pivoting out of the way while lashing out. The man only escapes without a gash all the way through him because of a hasty deflection that digs into the metal guards covering his forearms.

The scrape of metal on metal rings through the area with every movement, the newly feminine Rance getting closer and closer every step to leaving a man face down in a puddle of his own blood. “Fine then, I’ll have Magic fix it! Just die!” She calls out, raising the sword above her head and readying to cleave him in half. Power charges around her sword, visibly building a chain of death and destruction. She doesn’t bother readying a dodge or roll, a single attack won’t kill her, not from a mage of this level, but this attack is likely to leave even a mage above his level a decaying corpse.

“Rance Attack!” With one final cackle, she slams her blade down-

“Bind.” And a single word said in close quarters, sends Chaos, charged with enough power to change the terrain of a small mountain, careening off to the side. Rance falls to the ground, a lower leveled spell sending her to knees and dropping her into the dirt. “I thought I was gonna die.” The man admits, chuckling wildly. It’s almost enough to make him tear up, moisture brimming in the corners of his eyes. “I really did, if you hadn’t… well, it wouldn’t be you if you weren’t an arrogant jerk would it?”

The mage doesn’t waste much time. With a relieved breath, he removes the distance between him and the struggling woman wiggling against her bright magical bonds on the rock filled dirt. “It’s actually kind of unfair that you’re hot.” He says to himself. “Good for me, but it’s just another way you’re a cut above the rest. It’s ridiculous that we live in a world where some people can just take what they want and get away with it because they’re just better.”

He quickly falls to his knees behind Rance, eyeing the almost bare ass before him. The green covering does successfully cover her ass; it’s just so tight it makes no attempt at modesty. Not even a token allowance for shame. “You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you? Taking what you want and leaving like nothing happened?”

She can’t really flee him no matter how hard she struggles, trying to roll away but the binding spell rolling her right back to her place on the ground. Her legs try to kick at him but can’t separate, making it haphazard and worthless. She doesn’t say anything, too pissed to do anything but growl and bare her sharp teeth at him. “It’s kinda fitting that I have you like this.” He says, palming her bottom cheeks. “Ahh, that’s nice, just enough meat to get a grip.” He runs his hands over her supple flesh, prodding her with the tips of his fingers and watching a blush spread over her nose at the new sensations. “My ex-wife used to want me everyday you know, then you came along.” His palms rub into her warmth, like a pair of gourmet buns heated to a finish under his grasp. “She joined the church to purify herself of you. Left me without any warning. So you’re gonna take her place. Any arguments?”

“When I get out of this I’m gonna tear out your throat.” Is all she says, her puffy cheeks soft and delicate even when blown up with air and covered with her blush. “You think just because I’m a woman all of a sudden, that trash like you can just do anything you want?”

“Think?” He asks, one of his palms leaving her ass, and slipping under the cloth at his waist. It only takes him a moment to fully unsheath his monstrosity, but it’s more than enough time for Rance to get a good look. “I’m gonna fuck you senseless Rance-chan.”

“Help!” She finally cries out, losing a lot of her nerves as quickly as he’s revealed.

“No.” A soft voice comes over the nearby hill, making its way towards them. His eyes dart to her just as Rance’s fear turns to gratitude. Before shifting back into confusion at the only word she uttered.

Pink hair flows behind the woman appearing, and sorrow shimmers in her eyes. He grips a tome at his side. While she’s limping, favoring her left leg, and her bruised right arm is held to her chest, he’s not falling for a trap. Not after he managed to get Rance in two in quick succession. He’d have to be an idiot not to realize the weaker opponent is still a threat no matter what, or at least as dumb as Rance. “Rance-sama, you did a really bad thing.” She says. “I remember this man, I remember what you did. His wife was very nice to us and you didn’t even ask me to make sure she wouldn’t get pregnant. I’m not saving you, not yet.”

Sill shakes her head, and falls to her knees, just in front of him. Ignoring the way Rance-chan cusses her out, questioning her right to even make a decision like this. “I’m sorry, but I love Rance-sama very much. We’ve been through a lot together, and we’ll be through more after this. I can’t let you rape him, even if he probably deserves it.” The pinkette’s eyes twinkle, and she sniffles just a little. She gives him a lengthy bow to show just how serious she is, resting her forehead against the dirt without hesitation. “Please, use me instead. I don’t mind.”

“I mind, you’re my woman!”

“Ignore him, please.” Sill pleads. “What he did was truly terrible, and someone has to pay for it.’ She takes a huge breath of air, rising to look him in the eyes as boldly as she can manage with her scraped cheek and a sprained arm. She simply hasn’t had the spare mana to fix herself yet, though she’s about there. Just in time for her body’s condition to be relevant. “Just, leave when you’re done making me pay okay? Please don’t hurt him.”

“Her, you mean.” He teases, and almost feels a little guilty when she nods, whimpering to herself. A man like that doesn’t deserve a girl like her, he decides, he’ll just have to see if he can steal her like Rance stole his wife. Nothing would be sweeter than seeing him feel that, watching him realize that for the first time in years she won’t be by his side anymore and it’s because of some guy he barely knows. Some monster in human flesh that thinks people’s lives are games. “Well, you chose right.” He says, bringing himself to a stand and allowing his angry staff to smack against her forehead. She doesn’t say a word at the wetness to it, or the dribble of pre that stains her skin, rolling down her cheek.

Instead, she shows him she’s serious, and Rance as well if her reaction is anything to go by. She flicks her tongue out and captures the drip, quietly, with dignity, swallowing what little there is left with a falsified look of disappointment that there’s not more.

He’s sure it’ll be a real look later when he’s finally done cumming into her belly and she’s begging for more. Rance’s curses and growls will be a lot more subdued then he’s sure, maybe even enough to feel those fangs resting against his payload without having to worry about getting scratched.

“You’re going to worship my dick.” He informs her. “Treat it with more care than any you’ve ever touched before, especially his. I want you to dream about it when I’m gone and remember the taste well into the future.”

Her nod is enough to justify resting his palms on her shoulders. A little of his magic flowing out of him to soothe her pain and healing some of the damage the ground must have done to her after his attack. His healing isn’t very good, subpar even on the best of days, but his attack clearly drained her and he couldn’t enjoy himself knowing she couldn’t, not with what he wants from her.

Besides, Sill-san was always nice. Not innocent, at this point she’s as guilty of Rance-chan is for letting it all happen and doing almost nothing to stop it, but nice. Where Rance-chan likely has no idea who he is, what’s amazing about this regretfully lost on her completely. Sill-chan recognized him by sight, instantly recalling the crimes she’s going to pay for.

A clearly abused woman doesn’t deserve to be made to suck him off with what might very well be a broken wrist if the magic he’s pumping into it is to be believed. No matter how brainwashed she is. She deserves to be stolen, made to obsess over someone kinder. Maybe he can be that man.

Soft hands wrap around his length, her thumb rolling over his tip. She feels the weight to his tip, smothers it in just a little care and then slides it down to her cheek, leaving a thin trail of almost transparent cream down her face. She sucks in her cheek, teasing him with the warmth of her skin and showing off the suction she plans to produce for him bare any minute now. As soon as her fingers find a reason to cease their dance over his length. Words don’t pass between them, and Rance-chan’s protests fade into the background. This is between her caring hands and his girth, she shows that with every stroke and the fact that she doesn’t even look towards her downed companion.

Before he can fully enjoy the heat of her palms smothering him, he’s pulled back, rested against her wet lips and kissed. Her lips don’t open for him, her tongue doesn’t slip out and run him yet either, she places one warm affectionate kiss along him after another. It’s not stimulation but it is nice, caring, something he hasn’t had in a while and is desperately begging for. The familiarity of care makes him a lot harder than the rape he had planned, and he finds himself running his fingers through her fluffy yet disheveled hair without thinking, taking in the flow of it with his digits in simple response.

Only after she’s landed her wet lips everywhere along him does her tongue finally dare to leave her mouth, timidly latching onto his underside and pulling back up. One of her hands, now made obsolete, cares to the weight beneath her new toy. His balls swelling in anticipation of the treatment they’re about to receive.

“Like this?” She asks, voice muffled and only half audible because of the swollen meat blocking her lips. “Or would you like more?”

“There’s more?”

Her laugh is a little higher pitched than he imagined it would be, that of a woman brought to the edge of her rope so many times she’s alive simply because her neck grew too strong to be hung. “Yes.” It’s all she says before a painful silence erupts. Overtaking even the sound of his grunts with a stillness that causes him to twitch. Her lips don’t stop, but her mind seems to. Filling with nothing but her intent, focusing on him with a hawk-like intensity. “There’s always more. Always.”

Nothing changes to fit her words, just gentle care that extends everywhere she touches. It’s enough to make him wonder if he misjudged her words, until with a simple flicker of magic everything changes. The true nature of magic revealing itself in her power filled eyes. Clearly he didn’t have to heal her. She considered having spare magic worth the agony she limped here in. It’s enough to make him wonder if healing her was smart. Not that he has a lot of time and mental capacity to think on it as every nerve in her grasp comes alive in a frenzy that makes every touch, tongue or otherwise powerful enough to block out the sun.

He can only imagine a swirling flame that overtakes him. It doesn’t feel like she switches to a blowjob, her tongue darting around his tip in a hungry spiral that writes a trail of saliva in its wake, although that does happen. It’s more like a phoenix spotted prey and took flight with his girth in sight.

“Haum-” It’s the sound that breaks the silence, an audible point of reference in a sea of fantasmal pleasure that threatens to drown him. She takes her time swirling around him, taking him in one thick inch at a time and sucking with the forcefulness of a succubus long neglected.
Rance? Who’s that? He’s not sure, just that he won’t let anyone have this woman. He deserves this. “Gah-yes-” he doesn’t hold back, he lets her have her way with him without reservation. Filling her mouth with only enough bucking to pretend he’s contributing. “Gonna-you don’t have to swallow.” He announces. Knowing his wife never liked that.

With that permission, she - gets more ravenous. Swirling and pulling him against the entrance to her throat with his rapid throbbing. She eyes him hungrily, electing to refuse his decree by order of finding it the dumbest thing she’s ever heard.

A magical barrier blocks her throat, he slams against it, a stop put in place purely to stop his rich seed from being wasted anywhere she can’t show him she loves it. Her blue eyes shine with magic, power thrumming through them as he lets loose a thick torrent that quickly fills her back to her lips.

The next second has her cheeks puffing out, and the one after causes them to look reminiscent of a chipmunk’s. “Hah-that was crazy.” he gasps. “Do you enjoy what I have saved up?”

She doesn’t answer with words, taking care to purse her lips along him while pulling back so that none of it can escape with him. The first gulp is done without visual, only the sight of something rolling down her throat and the sound of it slurshing to go by. With the second there’s enough space in her mouth to open it, showing the sticky deluge rewarded to her. Her tongue doesn’t run through it and play with it, it wraps it and scoops it little by little away. Depriving him of the beautiful sight one little scoop at a time. She doesn’t blush, doesn’t even pretend to be embarrassed. “Was that good?” She asks as the last drops disappear, only leaving enough to stain her tongue white and milky.

“The best.” He gasps, short of breath and incredulous. Rance-chan’s protests come back into his ears, finally being one of the most important parts in the landscape, even if that’s all it is.

“Am I done?” She asks. “Can I take Rance-sama and go? I understand what he did was wrong, but you have to know this won’t make it right.”

“Taking you will make everything right.” He denies, snatching up her hands and holding them up. Her eyes widen in surprise and he pushes her onto her back before pulling her arms back and flipping her over so that she’s face down and her arms are bound with magic back here just like Rance-chan.

“Please, no.” She whispers to herself, closing her eyes and awaiting something as he lifts her onto her knees, holding her face from the ground by pulling back on her bound hands with one while his other slips under her skirt and tears her panties from her blessed form. Oddly enough her she calms down visibly when his fingers trace over her wet gushing slit, revealing she got as excited by that as he did. “Oh, okay.” Is all she says, even when he presses his needy tip into her entrance. Feeling her heat engulf him once again. He’s not sure anything is going to overcome whatever she did during that blowjob, but he can’t win her over if he doesn’t make her cum. He’s tempted to get down there and lick her into oblivion, but then Rance would selfishly take her so clearly care isn’t how one gets her love.

“What, you don’t want to have sex?” He teases her. “Because you certainly feel like you want to.” With that, he pushes into her. Her lips part in a stifled moan, his thickness stretching her nicely as he slips in. He doesn’t show her the care he’d like to, she clearly doesn’t want that, instead, she gets a slow series of deep thrusts that begin to get quicker and rougher with every time she breathes out.

“Grah-stop!” He hears, but he doesn’t care. The words aren’t from her. She looks back over her shoulder at him with a pleading in her eyes. Begging him to ignore her master and fuck her till her eyes roll back and she can’t think about him anymore. He obliges, not waiting anymore to turn their hips into a brutal dance that spears her insides rapidly. Her lips rise and her mouth opens, the roundness in her cheeks dipping inwards and her nose moving forward. Her eyes widen and within an instant, it all comes together into bliss. He shifts her, angling her so that the raging Rance-chan can see her begging hips. Understand what she’s feeling and, deep in her heart, be overcome with jealousy.

“Aah Uuh-aah-ignore him please!” She begs, “punish me!” Her fetishes aren’t his own, but they’re not unwelcome. Her tightening folds gripping him like they found a new playmate is by no means unwelcome. He slaps her ass hard, hearing the thwack ring out and set her master ablaze with rage. She tightens up, a new ecstasy being realized with every heavy thrust into her body.

He sets into a powerful pace, reaching forward and around her waist to encase one of her breasts in his palm. Here he ignores her, showing her care no one could call anything but loving. He’s incentivized to continue as her moans get louder, appreciating the genuine affection for what it is, something her arrogant master could never give her.

“Hah-graaaahh!” He doesn’t give her a warning, no time to anticipate his twitching length’s release. He uses her body how she’d prefer, gushing rivers filling her with enough warmth to form a sea in her womb. Her stomach visibly bulges with what he could call his love, it’s enough to make her cave into herself, eyes rolling and her voice crying out loud enough to be heard miles away.

With one final grunt, he sends a blast into her that pulls her from him, pushing her into the ground from the force of it all and covering her ass and legs with a hot stream that looks like a mere puddle in what begins to leak out of her depths.

“Hahahaha! You see that you bastard?” He asks, struggling back fully to his feet, the cum taking a little more out of his balance than planned. “She loved it. You took my wife, I took your girlfriend.” His steps are tempered, heavy, reaching Rance-chan and gripping his soft hair.

He forces her to look on Sill’s writhing form. Her tongue is lolled, her face red and hot like the very fire gushing out of her in liquid form. Her saliva, leaking off her tongue is thick, making strings to it and the roof of his mouth. Most importantly, his cum still visibly stains it, as if she couldn’t bring herself to finish swallowing the little leftover and deprive herself of his taste. “I think I’ll take her, I’m sure you can get back to town on your own right?”

“Gaaah!” With a final struggle, something snaps. For an instant, he wonders if somehow the female Rance’s newly instated inner woman broke him audibly. Only an instant, for the next there’s a fist in his stomach and he’s hurtling back and clutching his midsection.

He barely manages to maintain his footing, jumping back to bleed off some of the momenta and not bowl over. “You got out.” He notes as the hate-filled woman in front of him gets to her feet. “I won’t be caught by such a low leveled spell again.” She announces. “I am the great Rance-sama, and you will pay for touching my woman!”

She doesn’t try to get her sword, even if it is a lot closer than he remembers, only waiting just off to the side. She sees nothing but him, darting forward and knocking him aside with another punch he’s not quite ready for. Stabs of pain flash through his mind as he hastily recognizes what’s happening and tries to grip with the reality of the next punch, and the kick that sends him sliding back just slowly enough that another attack lands before he’s stable.

“She’s not my girlfriend you-gah-she’s a slave! Why do I care?” With every little statement another smack sounds through the open area, his power just too much to properly contend with.

He’s pushed back, attack after attack driving through his guard. “Just die!” Once again he sees his opening in the middle of Rance talking, a glimmer of hope that today might not actually be his last. He doesn’t waste any time capitalizing on it. Rushing into the next punch and taking it directly. He doesn’t try to divert it or dull the pain. He charges all his mana into his palm and releases everything he has into Rance’s bouncy chest.

Fire and wind explode out from in front of him, blowing the two of them apart and throwing her to the ground hard enough to make her roll. It’s dangerous rocky ground, and he has his own recovering to do, but he gambles that Rance got more hurt than him and lunges forward despite the pain.

He only takes a moment to make sure she’s still conscious, she needs to be to truly grasp what he’s about to do to her of course, before he’s done much the same he did with Sill. Propping her up on her knees. Unlike with Sill he doesn’t show any care, he doesn’t grab her paralyzed hands and hold her up, he lets her face rest in the dirt and uses the free hand to slip under her tight panties and tear them off without any sort of ceremony. “You deserve this.” He grunts, lining himself up and prodding her entrance.

“Gah-ah-p-please.” She groans. “I don’t want to hurt, take it slow. Get it, me, wet at least.”

“You want foreplay Rance-chan?” He asks. Slipping his finger along the slit he created, feeling how the heat of her entrance licks at him. She relaxes, ever so slightly. “Fine, I’ll give you exactly as much foreplay as you gave my ex-wife.”

She rolls her hips, trying to press the width of his fingers against her in a desperate bid for something to make what’s about to happen less agonizing. She can’t help it, his touch is drawing her, making her want so much more. Not that she’d admit it. “How much is that?” She asks, holding in a tiny gasp.

“About this much.” He says.

The next instant her depths are filled to the brim with the battering ram he calls a cock, jamming against her womb and filling the air with a sound which makes agony sounds pleasant. It’s as if she’s been torn in half at the soul, left to die in the grasslands of another world a bleeding body without defense.

Sill’s eyes finally come into focus behind them, eyeing them with what little energy she can muster. It’s not a lot, her insides filled with a pleasant overwhelming heat and her muscles too sore. It’s just enough to allow her to take in her crying master being pounded without mercy. Hear her voice begging for help, for cease, and for her lips to twitch up. She’d give anything for Rance-sama, but there’s no part of her that doesn’t think he deserves this. It hurts her heart but pain for others is in her nature, he made her that way.

Her master’s cries slowly turn to pained moans, a simple healing spell is all she can do from here. Just enough to make sure there’s no permanent scarring.

“Stop-please I-I-”

“You earned this!” He shouts, using her as the toy she’s rapidly become. He feels the spell take effect, one last-ditch effort to save one’s master from a slave he’ll have to teach a lesson to. It’s helpful though, in that it means he can be even rougher without worry. “If you’d been a better person you’d have cum first! Instead, you get to suffer like she did, crying for help that never came!” He doesn’t slow down, not even for his own monologue. He watches as her higher leveled body begins to accept him and picks it up, driving himself to a speed no normal woman could ever hope to handle.

He spears her when he watches the first real moan come about, abuses her the way she deserves even as she begins to get some sort of twisted pleasure from it. Before either of them knows it she’s a drooling mess overwhelmed with what he has to give her. Stroke after stroke pushes her further and further into womanhood she couldn’t hope to understand. There’s a small part of him that worries he might be teaching her a bad lesson here, but then he doesn’t intend to let her go. She’s his now, they’re both his. “You like that huh?” He grunts, watching her face contort in denial he doesn’t let finish. Right as her mouth opens he fills it with his tongue. Slipping his free hand to her chin so his occupied one can continue their ravaging on her palm filling melons. “

He steals her lips, overtaking her mouth and beating down her futile attempts to fight him back, not that they’re long-lived. They die the same death her manhood does when his jagged thrusting sets off the first orgasm of her womanhood, her entrance into her new life.

He uses magic to increase his pace even further, blurring in tandem with her hips and allowing his wind infused sword to destroy her virgin cunt. He lets go of her chin, let’s go of her breasts, and places both hands on her hips so that he has nothing possible slowing him down.

As expected she doesn’t pull away from the kiss when given the opportunity. She tries to bite down instead, he feels her jaw clench and readies himself for a pain that never comes. Instead, he hears her moan of defeat, and their tongues intertwine. At that moment she gives in, her lips begging for him.

“Haah!” With a dozen rapid-fire thrusts that pump in as deep as her spasming body running almost entirely on orgasm will let him, he dumps everything he has left into Rance-chan’s fluttering womb. So much flows out of him that it starts to spill out around him, so with one final thought he pulls her hips up so that nothing can leave, before pulling out and covering her ass with what it deserves.

Leazas is a nice place to be this time of year. Unlike Helman and its frozen land, the air here is peaceful and warm, the gentle breezes feeling good on one’s skin. At least, for those outdoors.

Rance-chan, now permanently female, and Sill-chan have spent every moment the past week in bed in a hotel room. Today’s no different, leaning on their knees together in front of him and licking his mast from both sides. They each struggle to get as much as they can get, neither wanting to give up to the other and neither wanting to argue over the mouthful quite yet. THey’re content to tangle their tongues around his cock and wring him out this way and that. He’s content to watch them make out by proxy, neither giving an inch or parting from the devilish kiss.

Until they do. As he would predict, Rance-chan gets greedy, knocking Sill away with a push of her powerful hands and slipping his tip into her mouth.

“Nn, why do you get it?” Sill asks, giving a pout that melts his heart.

“Because I’m the waifu, and you’re a slave.” She sticks her tongue out, slurping him up in the process and brushing him faintly against those sharp blades of hers. They were scary to start, making him hesitant to go near her mouth until he was sure she was properly cowed. Now they’re just a sexy addition to his life. “You don’t deserve a real hyper weapon like this, I should get it all.

Tears brim the pinkette's eyes, and he interrupts them both, grabbing Rance-chan’s head and driving her down while bucking up into her mouth. He groans as he rams into her throat and holds her there, taking in joy in how she spasms and gags on him. Her throat muscles massaging him in a way that’s just heavenly. “I get to decide who gets the hyper weapon.” He scolds, finally pulling her off and then with a single twist of his hips whacking her cheek hard enough with his tool to send her rolling off the bed and onto the floor.

Her cheeks shine red with the mark of his stamp, and her coughs are an old enough scene he doesn’t really bother with her. She’ll be fine enough to pull something like that again before the hour’s up. ”Sill, please blow me.”

Her tear-filled eyes sparkling with sudden joy. He chuckles to himself when she lunges forward, grabbing him and gobbling his length down without so much as glancing towards the scorned Rance.

She’s come a long way in a very short time, in a way he’s not even mad anymore. He kind of lucked out. He has a cockslave and a new wife that is far better than the one Rance stole. He’ll have to thank her sometime after she’s done coughing.