I cocked my head. “I just delivered a baby.”

The gorgeous Bard across the clearing from me faltered in his approach. “What are you talking about?”

I turned a gigantic smile on Chrysta and then Shakindria. “It’s a girl!”

The former peered back at me with a slight smile, while Shakindria’s joy beamed directly into my head, complete with starburst fireworks, mental images of doing cartwheels across a flowery meadow, and spinning around in one another’s arms as we rose into the sky. I sent her back a mental GIF of the guy from Napoleon Dynamite going YUSSS! To which I received back confusion, and also amusement.

Achievement! Fatherhood.

Is creation truly the domain of the gods? You have helped to create life, and also to bring it into the world. It must feel awesome to be responsible for its inception in both senses!

Reward: +100 Relationship points with Tara Harkonen

Immediately on the heels of this came another notification.

Congratulations! You have joined in the flesh and now created life together with Tara Harkonen. Your relationship has increased to Beloved.

Partners beloved to one another warm the heart and inflame jealousy in bystanders. All who see you will feel compelled to comment on the strength of the bond between you two, whether it is in hushed and reverent tones, or those of hushed misery.

This is the sixth level on the Relationship track, skipping directly over the fifth! Passing the Devotees level brings with it the first tangible system benefits.

*You gain the shared ability Deadeye. Presently, your ability linked to Agility is Bondsealer. You may choose to replace it or upgrade the existing ability.

*You lose Relationship points with Tara more slowly.

*You gain a Meld ability.

On the heels of that, I got a glimpse of the upgraded Bondsealer.

Bondsealer IV

(Special Ability, Rare, Passive)

You gain +3 in all attributes and skills when dealing with your bonded Nakamamon.

You gain +1 in all attributes and skills when dealing with unbonded Nakamamon of any type.

You may bond an additional number of Nakamamon equal to your ranking in this ability. The ability’s current rank is 4.

This was what I’d expected, but it was a huge boon regardless.

I also had a fraction of a second to take a look into the Meld ability. Tara was also a Ranger, meaning I had the same suite of abilities with which to merge two existing ones.

Meld Ability: A powerful fusion of class abilities, this will replace your current ability shared with Tara Harkonen.

Note: Your shared ability has been overwritten. You may instead meld any ability that has yet to be melded.

Choose from among the Ranger abilities:

*Wilderness and Herb Lore

*Movement abilities

*Archery abilities

*Dual Wielding abilities

*Beastmastery abilities

I could really use a Movement ability right about now, but couldn’t be sure where to apply it. The non-melded abilities were Myriad Mind, Psyspeech, Stalwart, and Draconic Spirit.

It seemed more and more like conflict was going to keep finding me, so I focused mentally on Archery or Dual-Wielding abilities. I tried to feel out which of my four available abilities might make sense.

Now that Mana Affinity was part of my skill arsenal, I had a better idea of what I was doing. It gave me an internal estimate of the ability I would end up with. For instance, coupling Myriad Mind with dual-wield or archery would allow me to literally fight multiple people at once… and possibly manifest magical limbs so I could hold even more weapons? It wasn’t clear. What was clear was that this set of missions would collapse immediately as I was overwhelmed by the sensations of splitting myself three ways. That was out.

Draconic Spirit paired with archery abilities would create some kind of dragon arrows, so when I fired they would fly faster, punch through armor, and blast enemies with dragon fire.

Which might have sounded cool, except it took away my ability to fly.

With dual-wield, it did much the same: summon two dragon spirits, which would attack enemies for me and shoot them with dragon fire. Again no flying, so that meld was out.

Psyspeech would transform into psychic attacks of some kind, either at a great distance through archery, or strike twice with dual-wielding. Twice as hard and twice as fast? I was pretty sure the dual-wielding Psyspeech would require touch or short range. The trade off would be the inability to communicate psychically with everyone except Shakindria. Communication was much more useful than attack.

Melding Stalwart with archery would make my will into a spiked shield, reflecting damage back on anyone who used social checks against me. A dual-wield Stalwart was murky and elusive, overcoming my Mana Affinity spell.

Ugh, this wasn’t working.

It was only when I paired movement abilities that things got more interesting. Movement with Psyspeech would allow me to detach my mind from my body and sort of project into the astral, floating around like a ghost.

Movement with Draconic Spirit turned it purely into a movement ability, manifesting as wings and a tail that allowed for faster, more controlled flight and a longer duration. I’d give up my only possible offensive tools: the claws, teeth and dragon fire.

That was a definite no. I had only a single method of offense and it was awesome.

Movement with Stalwart… turned it into an aura. It turned Stalwart into a group thing, which helped my allies keep their heads and emotions about them.

If, for instance, you had a Bard trying to get you to give up and come willingly.

I melded Stalwart with Movement and pressed go.

Indomitable IV

(Special Ability, Rare, aura)

I- You and your allies are not to be trifled with. This ability activates when you are forced to make a contested social check. It grants 7 levels of the skill in question to anyone who doesn’t have it, or raises lower levels to 7.

II- Whenever you or allies succeed a contested social check you were forced to make, the aggressor takes minor psychic damage and has the chance to be stunned.

III- The range of the aura is increased to 50 feet. The damage reflected back to the aggressor is applied even in cases of failure.

IV- While this aura is active, you and allies gain +3 temporary Likability. This does not extend to Tokens.

A force of empathic magic rushed over us, immediately activating Indomitable.

A rush of social checks and notifications came, but I ignored them. The only one I needed was the notification that Chrysta’s own Guardian aura Iron Will was stacking with mine, and the levels of Persuade and Intimidate we automatically gained were enough when coupled with my boosted Likability of 12. Even at the slight penalty from having to use Myriad Mind to maintain three selves, I passed.

I stabbed a finger at the pretty boy with the immaculate haircut, who was holding his head and swaying like he was very drunk. “You pull that nonsense again and my friends will see how much fall damage you can take.” My own Persuade check didn’t succeed as well, since it wasn’t a class skill and went with the 25% success rate. That was fine; I wasn’t messing around. “Now why don’t we talk first and resort to violence when I don’t do what you want.”

The Bard’s eyes watered as he clutched at his head. The other two flanking him shared a look when none of us moved. Only Regina had been affected, because her boosted attributes from her class didn’t focus on Likability.

“Unless,” Shakindria said evenly, “you would like to spend the next few minutes falling.”

“Or thawing out,” Chrysta said, with narrowed eyes. Fierce lent her words a dangerous edge.

The fight was just as quick and brutal as it was pathetic. A whole lot happened at once, but one of those things was not me using Myriad Mind to be able to track it all. I did, however, tell Shakindria that the Ranger on the left was the griffin rider-slash-jerkhole.

He crashed into the Bard and both of them went tumbling over one another. Chrysta deflected several arrows shot by the cool Ranger, which had multiplied into a hail of blunt-ended arrows headed directly for me.

At the same time, vines erupted out of the ground and wound around my feet and wrists.

“Mine!” Azalea hissed, and started shooting poisoned spines at the figures emerging from the forest. “Mine! Mine! My mating stick! My Master!” At the same time, the tentacles wrapped around me squeezed painfully around my crotch and armpits, and she accidentally poisoned me half a dozen times. I was forced to activate Healer’s Resistance yet again, which cost a Durability Token, and another Durability Token to stack up more Poison Resistance levels.

Tokens might end up being a problem after all, I thought. Spending them in three directions was going to get dicey if every day was like this.

Chrysta kept various arrows from hitting me, but she took several hits. She seemed surprised that they could damage her incorporeal ghost self. That was the first of her surprises.

Next, a huge jet of water erupted from one of the Nakamamon bond mates from the opposing team, which quickly turned into a cocoon of ice around Chrysta. And just as fast, the bond mate from the opposing team was picked up by Telekinesis and launched into the Guardian team leader. The wind went out of the Guardian with a big ‘Oof!’ as they tumbled into the bushes and out of sight.

Chrysta fell to the ground, immobile, though the ice did immediately crack.

The Rogue disappeared, only to reappear later with a poisoned spine sticking out of his face. He slumped to the ground, immobile. Several more arrows smacked into and bounced off Shakindria, who dropped to the ground clutching herself. She was a glass cannon, unfortunately. I felt a pang of sympathy pain, and reached out towards her, but wasn’t able to get my healing aura going.

I had been snatched up off the ground by a Grypherial. It latched onto Azalea and I in its talons, and several powerful wingbeats later had us aloft. I watched Regina vanish beneath us as we were lifted into the sky.

“Mine!” Azalea shouted, and I realized both her hands were shoved down my pants. She was squeezing onto my junk enough that I had to grab her wrist and use Mender’s Soothing Mental Balm to keep her from crushing me down there.

“Don’t poison it,” I told her. “We’ll fall to our deaths.”

This is Christopher’s team losing.

***

“I just had a baby,” I said absently. The wind rushing past my face wasn’t enough to steal the words away, and Fairy Poppins almost dropped me.

“What? Tara?”

“Yeah! I just delivered a baby girl… also I just got captured. Oh boy, that’s not good.”

“What did you just say?” she demanded.

“Sorry! Concentrate on your flying.” It couldn’t be easy to fly with me attached to her. I would’ve been impossible, except that I’d used every drop of my super enhanced Adaptability to shrink all the way down to about three inches high, and I was now clasped around Poppy’s body.

Also I had to keep ‘intimate contact’ so I was kissing up and down her neck. A little distracting, I know.

“How am I supposed to concentrate when you’re telling me all kinds of weird nonsense?” she barked. “Shut up and let me fly so we can find somewhere to seriously frack.”

We had the weirdest relationship.

We approached the first of the guard towers. I felt sure the Guardians would know about Fairy Poppins and about how she was allied with my team. We were two tiny beings, neither of us capable of self defense, and any move on the part of the Guardians would mean two mission fails instead of just the one.

My whole body clenched against Poppy’s, and I almost forgot I needed to keep kissing her for this to work.

The tiny glowing ball of fairy light zipped past the Guardians, though one of them turned to watch us head for the castle.

“I can’t believe that worked,” she said, and slowed.

I guided her towards where the Healer labs were, and she changed course. Another few minutes later she landed on the stone window sill, panting.

Since I was only three inches tall, everything was colossal. The workbenches were enormous, the size of cities. The file cabinets, already huge because they housed metal or clay tablets, were the size of skyscrapers. This whole castle was like a country, or a continent.

She was on her hands and knees above me, staring down at me.

“I can’t… believe… that worked,” she panted, eyes alight with success. Then she ripped her shirt off and tossed it down a hundred foot drop to the workstation, grabbed my hands, and pulled them to her boobs.

“You were incredible,” I told her, and kneaded them like I knew she wanted.

“Mmm,” she groaned, and ground herself against my crotch. “Keep going.”

I smiled. Her nude body was a sight to behold: tight, compact, with golden hair and long pointed ears. She had gone through some changes since transforming to a Mystixie.

“You were very brave,” I cooed. “It can’t be easy to carry a whole person that far that fast.”

She rolled her hips. “So difficult.”

I pinched at her nipples and pulled on them, making her gasp. Poppy had always been incredibly sensitive. Just this much contact was more than enough to get her motor running.

I got up on my elbows and pulled her in close. She moaned at the forceful movement, but her eyes drifted closed as she kissed me.

Every part of a fairy is saturated with magic, and that magic is often empathic. It enhances everything it touches, making you lighter, making you prettier, convincing you of something. Her kisses were like cotton candy cupcakes in taste, but the feeling that surged through me was sensual and heavy on arousal. I was painfully hard just from kissing her. I had to have her nipples in my mouth, swirling them around and nibbling at them, so I could listen to her gasp and feel her comb her hands through my hair.

“Now,” she breathed. “I need it inside me. I need you now, Fletcher, now!”

All my Adaptability had been used to shrink me down, and that meant I couldn’t control the size of my erection. She got it out in the open and moaned in dismay. Settling down, she pulled it up and it reached beyond her belly button.

“That’s huge… it’ll never fit,” she breathed. “That’s so wrong… and so hot.”

“It’ll fit,” I told her, and silenced further objections with another kiss. She tasted like goodness and rightness and purity. It didn’t matter that she was a sex-starved, dominating little goblin, she tasted amazing. 

She was past caring about the pain or the logistics, but nestled the head at her entrance and stared as she pressed down.

“Fuuuuuuhhhhh,” she said, rose up, and pressed down again. Bit by bit, she got the managed to accommodate my length and girth in her little pussy. By the end, when it was all the way up inside, she looked at me with astonishment. The pressure was immense, and I could feel her whole body fluttering around me.

My Pheromones skill let her handle the size, but it still looked improbable and obscene.

“I think… you’re bumping the back of my throat,” she said, pressing her hands against her stomach. Hand by hand she pressed on her skin, until she reached the space between her breasts. Her eyes met mine, and I gave her an impish smile.

“You’ve got me,” I whispered. “Now frack me.”

She did. For a time it was just the slap of her ass as it connected with my thighs, the groans from her throat, her boobs bouncing before me, and the fairy dust drifting down off her. She was a trim, winged goddess, and I was rewarded with her whole body shuddering not long after. She hunched down onto me, but I held onto her hips and slammed into her from below again and and again.

“W-wait… I’m sens—” She got no further. I ignored her and humped upwards even faster. She felt so good I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to stop ever. Fairy magic did that to a person.

“F-Fletcher!” She gasped, and came again. Her elbows buckled and her head thudded down on my chest.

I didn’t let up, railing her from below, and soon she was edging close to yet another powerful climax. I turned and got her on her back, loving the puff of fairy dust that exploded out in a ring. I kept right on fracking, only now I could look down and see the outline of my rock hard cock appearing and disappearing in her tummy.

“You know,” I told her, tweaking a nipple.

“Hmm?” she asked, with only a hint of awareness.

“When you’re good, you get better rewards.”

She came again with a thumb on her clit, and begged me to stop breathlessly. When I didn’t, and she started hyperventilating, the system told me what was coming.

This was the big one.

When Poppy’s eyes and mouth opened this time, they’d been replaced by a pinkish light shining out from within. I could see her bones from within. She erupted with juices and fairy dust. Her whole body jerked and jumped. A whole orgasmic fireworks display started, with fairy dust spiraling off in every direction and popping along the way.

“Lay down on your stomach,” I told her, and she immediately complied. Her wings slowly opened and closed lazily. Watching my shaft slide between those sparkling cheeks was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen, and she moaned in appreciation over every bit I gave her.

The fairy dust was getting to me. Her wings slowly flapped and the blissed out face she gave me only enhanced the magic happening in her tight, wet insides. The pleasure intensified.

“You’re going to make me cum,” I told her.

“Yes!” she begged. “I want it! Give Poppy everything.”

Fletcher at his core is a people pleaser.

“Fill up Poppy,” she went on. “Make it come out of my mouth.”

I thrust down in deep and gave her everything I had, dumping load after load into her magical depths.

This is Christopher inseminating all of them, one by one.