<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Keiyurikyouu</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/86/fd/e2/86fde28d506bc1673966ffddb300cbf3--new-girl-art-drawings.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Half-Elf-Drow Eldritch Knight (Fighter) 3/Warlock of the Kraken T1 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1977239): </strong><strong>AC</strong>17<strong>HP</strong>28/28<br/><br/>I've never felt the burn like this, no matter how hard I've exercised. The water is warm, as the season edges from spring to summer, and rougher with it - greater energy, in the oceans cycles and systems, or angry demons of the deep, not yet placated by the sacrifice of the summer festival. There will be duties, at the shrine, and pretty tourist girls, upon the beach. I could draw one here, the rocks and caves they conceal less forbidding in the day's full light, only a short swim from the beach - I know I'm strong, it wouldn't be hard to pick a girl I could overpower. The things I imagine doing are so shameful I know she'd never dare speak of them. It would be so wrong.<br/><br/>But I want to so badly.<br/><br/>I feel my body cramp, and the wave-driven currents drive me between the rocks, and down. The water is cool, inviting, and I forget not to breathe - and I can, somehow. She's more beautiful than I could have imagined, and her slimy touch brings only pleasure - and more pleasure. More than I could've imagined, and then, more than I can withstand.<br/><br/>"Azera," I whisper, tasting her name as I've tasted her flesh and fluids. "Azera, my beloved, my Goddess," I smile, softly. "Yes. Yes. I shall be the instrument of your will, free this girl, as you have freed me." I pause. I hadn't believed I had lust left in me, but just the thought of the beauty awaiting me, of our bodies entwined, is enough to dampen my netherlips. "She's exquisite. Thank you."<br/><br/>Then I am somewhere else - where the shadows puddle as deeply as water.<br/><br/><em>Isekai</em>, I think to myself, a genre primarily of interest because of the protagonist's harem.<br/><br/>My companions - I have companions - are far from unattractive. I smile at a pretty woman almost as terrifyingly stunning as the halbard lying besides her, and think that a straightforwards romance with a party member might not be too bad - and am surprised to find myself assessing the men with equal speculation. Azera's touch has opened me to... possibilities, and my smile becomes a smirk.<br/><br/>But my attention cannot be long kept from the most stunning creature in the room - I take in her beauty, her wings, her horns, and my mind supplies 'succubus' unprompted. It's easy to imagine my hands wrapped around those convenient horns, burying that pretty face between my thighs.<br/><br/>I stroke my breast, squeeze it, feeling it squish beneath my touch, both larger and softer and more sensitive than I remember, before I realise I haven't moved my hands. There's a soft, transulecent-white... pseudopod... wrapped around my breast. And it feels good, not just from my breast but from the tentacle, because it's my... I have tentacles.<br/><br/>Sensitive ones, I realise, as I brush it with my fingertips, and it twitches away, coiling back beneath my flesh. I'm barely surprised that my skin is as dark as midnight water, the throneroom's lights reflecting from my ample curves like moonlight from swelling waves. Beneath the surface of my arms, my thighs, my abdomen, white 'tattoos' glow, as my tentacles squirm gently beneath my skin.<br/><br/>"Lord Chargoth," I acknowledge - a useful tool of my Dark-Deep Mistress Azera, perhaps, but not her servant - none such would be required to forsake their flesh (or so I thought). "And," my gaze slides to the succubus-beauty beside him, eying her like a particularly tasty piece of teriyaki salmon, sweet and ready to eat, "what name should I be screaming when you make me cum?" I pause. "Mine," I continue, "is Keiyurikyouu," the name pops into my head, with a peel of Mistress Azera's bubbling laughter - loosely translated, a storm of rain that gets you really wet (with lesbian overtones).<br/><br/>Well, fuck.<br/><br/>