Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Gazing out at the snowy field of white, a comfortable chill filled my body as Lisa began changing my bandages. About a week had passed since that day, and all wounds were healing rather slowly. Apparently, the Sever Rune was meant to sever your ability to heal.

"You really are unlucky to attack a random encampment and find a sorcerer." Lisa said while she began dressing my wounds." but Arsene, you really should be resting. You only awoke a day ago."

Sending a glance at Rave stair the carriage, I suddenly smiled as my hands dug into her robes. Turning red as an apple, Lisa quivered as my fingers began playing her like a guitar.

BItting her lips, I pointed to my cock, standing straight up. No words were spoken as she gripped my spear with one hand, subtly sliding up and down.

"Lisa, how is Arsene?" Rave asked as she suddenly froze. I could feel her insides tighten up as I slapped her pussy like a drum, sending her into a blissful state.

"GO~~OD," She said in a high pitch moan.

Turning his head with a little suspicion and confusion, I weakly smiled at Rave, using Lisa's body as cover while my fingers played with her kitty like it was a string instrument. I could see Lisa quivering like a rattlesnake as she bit her lips, trying not to moan in pleasure, "I'm good, just a little sleepy. Can we close the blinds? My race is a little weak to light."

"Sure thing, take all the time you need. You deserve it," Rave said with a chuckle. Watching as he moved his hands to cover the blinds, Lisa suddenly keened over as her moans began to leak out.

Creating a little sphere of darkness around the carriage, I smiled as she looked up at me with teary eyes. "~No~here~please," she begged as my fingers ruthlessly brought her to completion. With a powerful moan of pleasure, Lisa's legs began to shake wildly as she came. Suddenly paling, looking towards Rave outside the blinds.

I had added a little illusion to the darkness, but Lisa did not seem to notice the slight trace of my darkness in the air, but she was rather too preoccupied with her husband behind her as I stood up, "Finish what you started," I sadistically said as she sent one last glance at the ignorant Rave.

It was quite strange how obedient Lisa was, but we all have our demons. With a heavy breath, Lisa drew closer, shaking as she opened her mouth, taking me in. Her eyes were all wet when a divine suction gripped my spear, sucking me all in. Gripping her head tightly, I ruthlessly plunged my spear down her throat, causing her to cum over the wooden carriage.

A pleading gleam could be seen coming from Lisa as I suddenly gripped her head with both hands pushing her back and forth over my cock. Hearing the sweet sound of her gargling along with the powerful suction along with her tight throat, I released a week's worth of cum down her throat.

"~HAA~" I groaned in pleasure as her cheeks began to bulge. Pure white clouds glimmered with the rays of morning light slipping down her cheeks as she quivered, cleaning me up with her enchanting tongue. Guilt and shame were all but present as she looked down at the mess she made.

"...He will know if you don't clean it," I whispered in a voice of a demon. "How are you going to clean it up? You can't use your clothing. He will smell it. What will you do, Lisa?"

"Arsene...Master, help me," she begged, sending a glace at Rave while also at the powerful dragon oozing flames. "I-I-I don't know what to do?"

"Lick it," I said, my fingers trailing down her spine, "and you better hurry. I'm sure the smell will reach his nose soon. Not to mention Roald could be back any moment now."

"I-I-I...Yes, Master."

Shame...Yes, all there was a shame as she fell to her knees, licking up her own mess with her small tongue. Hesitation was all but present yet, Lisa did not stop somehow enjoying her humiliation, albeit not knowingly. Honestly, I could not believe my eyes. Is she really that far gone? Wow, I should start calling myself Arsene the Trainer. Arsene the Dragon Tamer... Naw, bitch trainer? Come on, Arsene, it needs to sound cool. You're a damn Otaku. Get your shit together. What is the point of a title if it sounds pathetic?

"Good, Good Girl," I comforted, passing my hands through her long silky hair. Sending me a smile as though she was a pet, I almost burst into laughter. Is she really that sexually deprive? Rave, my man, don't worry as your friend and brother I Arsene will take good care of your wife.

Patting her head, I nodded, "Go to him, Lisa. I'm sure he would love to spend some time with you." I whispered as her guilt began to grow even more. "Show him how much you love him."

Laughing inwardly at the horrifying realization she just had, Lisa opened her mouth wide; whether she realized it or not, the image of the young fox I met before was all but gone. While I know I'm sexy now, none of that can explain why she was doing this. Is it just attention? Sexual frustration? By god, does she have a cuckold fetish?

Rushing to Rave, she gently kissed his lips, her mouth still holding bits of my sauce as they began talking among one another.

With a sadistic smile still present, I waited out the days one by one. My wounds had taken another full week to heal. So aside from training Lisa, most of my time was spent studying Dao, my bloodline, and the Bloodline synthesis.

Roald was quite the talker. Especially when he found I was a sorcerer. This was actually a good thing because Roald was a good source of information. I found out that unlike on Tensen Lumireis, Qi cultivators in Midgard usually used spells called circles to battle with each other. They were basically massive formations that used their Qi instead of ingredients like a normal formation would require.

In my opinion, just from Roald's words, I found Circles superior in almost every way except cast time. Artes was usually a form of martial arts. In comparison, Circles encompassed the concept of the Dao of Heaven and Earth. Using various elements, you were allowed to do far more like boosting your power with the elements or summoning a damn dragon. While Artes could do such things, it was not at the level of Circles.

There were some spells in Asterion, but most of them were low grade or not really develop like they seem to be on Midgard.

Eyeing the talkative Roald, I gave a cunning smile, "How about I become your training partner? In return, you teach me about circles."

Narrowing his eyes, a gleam of suspicion filled his gaze as he shook his head, "How about we exchange artes for Circles."

Stretching out my arm, cold laughter filled my mind as I thought of the millions of books I received from Drar'ethiul. I didn't dare use any of the artes I found. They were just there to enhance my perception of things I could do. The chances of a person stumbling upon a library filled with artes are ridiculous. Even assuming there were no problems with these artes, I still would not trust them. Drar'ethiul was called the Lord of Deceit for a reason.

"Deal,"