Chapter 195 – Cleansing

Chapter 195 – Cleansing

Nathalia inspected the frozen Aclysia, only stopping for one moment to wipe some cum from her chin. Waving her hand in front of the guardian’s eyes, she chuckled. “Completely removed from reality, just adorable,” she said, “but the correct reaction to my presence for someone like you. However, I tire of being ignored by a mere servant and I will not degrade myself to preparing my own bath if someone like you is here.”

She grabbed Aclysia’s chin and kissed her on the lips, although it more strongly resembled the resuscitation effort a lifeguard gave somebody he saved from drowning. The combination of the fire Nathalia breathed into her, the sudden gesture itself, and the strong taste of her Master’s semen on the dragoness’ lips snapped Aclysia out of her comatose state.

“What?” she asked, after hurriedly pulling her lips back, and looking around. Her eyes went wide. Last time she had seen the room, for her just a second ago, everything had been orderly. Now the candles were burned down, the lounger destroyed, bent into a shape where lying on it was impossible, and toppled over. Floor and walls were covered in claw marks and everything reeked of semen and sweat.

“Be a good girl and prepare the bath,” Nathalia commanded Aclysia and pointed over her shoulder, at the door she had entered from. Even completely covered in white gooey cum the dragoness didn’t miss any of her natural superiority. “You will find the necessary things there. No bubbles.”

“Where is my Master?” Aclysia instead asked and looked around.

“Here,” John raised a hand from behind the lounger so that Aclysia could see him. “Congratulations on being able to move while Nathalia is around,” he said in a dry tone. Every last drop of liquid felt like it had been expunged from his body. “Please do what she says before she loses patience and kills us both, thank you...”







“...also try finding me some drinkable water, I am literally dying.”

“Yes, at once, Master,” Aclysia hurried, completely confused but feeling the earnestness in John’s words through their connection. She bowed in front of the pervert dragon before vanishing in the neighbouring room.

Nathalia walked back over to him and stared down. Aside from the scales at her hands and feet, which had regrown sometime during their debauchery, she had remained in her human form. “You might be in trouble with your employer for what we did to this room,” John tried his hand at a joke.

Unimpressed, Nathalia blew air out of her nose, it was accompanied by a bit of fire. “What are they going to do, threaten to fire me?” she asked and crossed her arms. John shrugged while laying and suppressed pointing out the obvious pun here.

“I have a lot of questions,” he pivoted.

Nathalia raised an eyebrow, “You always seem to. I am not going to answer in this state, however,” she gestured at herself. “As fun as this was in the heat of the moment, I now feel sticky, and dried sexual fluids are disgusting. You will have to wait until I feel satisfactorily cleansed. Speaking of which, I will see if your servant is worth my while. She has taken in almost as much of my power as you have and I am interested in the results.”

“What are you going to do?” John asked, mildly worried.

“Nothing that would harm her,” Nathalia waved off and, swinging her hips, changed rooms. He would have followed, but aside from sluggishly moving his arms, he couldn’t really do much. The closest thing he had ever felt like this was when he had been hit with a really bad flu. The whole world was a muffled haze.

He just kept his mind’s eye on Aclysia and hoped that nothing bad would happen. He would probably miss it even then, he was having a hard time keeping the connection stable. ‘Well, might as well check my pop-ups,’ John thought and went through the catalogue.



That was new. So, he now took less damage from fire attacks. Neat. The Stats were a nice bonus (although after the last few... hours? he wasn’t sure if he wanted more Libido in his life right now). Overall, it was a nice finisher to Nathalia’s help, from which he had profited more than enough now. ‘I should probably stop indebting myself to powerful women... although, so far, it has been ending pretty well for me,’ John thought and went on to the next window.



Okay, what the hell. That wasn’t just good, that was crazy good. To be honest he had hoped to get this effect sooner or later, he had seen it several times before after all. Sylph got 6 points per level for example, although for her it had calculated it retroactively.

He would have liked being handed 80 points, one for every one of his levels he had, for basically nothing. However, Gaia didn’t tick that way. Well, he would have more level-ups in the future, no reason to sweat it. Other examples of this effect in action included Romulus, his goddesses, Nathalia and Thana. Basically, everyone who was or had been a truly OP entity. He was more than happy to become a part of that club.

An exhausted tap and the next window came up.



Oh great, well, better change into that class then, see what the deal was.



The deal was awful and he wanted nothing to do with it. Better go back to Elementalist quickly. While doing that John noticed that he could have levelled-up Lover Boy again. Apparently, he had cleared all Challenges that had spawned while not even looking at it. Not a real surprise, the things he had done to Nathalia’s body...

He did decide against using that level. He could only spend a total of eight class levels as of now and he was already at five. He did not want to waste more of that precious space on fun-time bonuses when he was about to fight in a tournament that would decide the fate of Europe.

To the next window.



Well, that sounded ominous. Checking with his inventory he saw the item in the list. However, fearing this to be another Dragonscale situation, he left it where it was for the moment. He would Observe it soon enough, no reason to hurry.



Ah, the reason why he had originally gone here. Well, that class level would go straight into Elementalist. Time to check on those perks.



Obviously, the first choice was going to be broken. It would also effectively kill all four of the girls he had contracted, and he loved them, therefore, that wasn’t an option. That went out without a second thought. Elemental Resistance 1, on the other hand, was the smart choice, giving him some more baseline defences. He really didn’t want another elemental right now. Maybe he would pick it up another time in the future, if it popped up again. He raised his hand and clicked the button for the second option.

A bottle of water was jammed into his mouth out of nowhere. John tensed as the cool wetness spilled into his throat. His body really needed that liquid, but the suddenness in combination with his parched throat, not that drinking while lying down was a pleasant thing to start with, caused his body to revolt. The obvious end result was that John coughingly struggled to take control of the situation. He got his hand on the bottle and ripped it from his face in a coughing fit, while also trying his best to drink the whole damn thing.

“God dammit, that almost killed me, what the hell?!” John complained to Aclysia, without even looking at her. “What were you thinking?” he said, knowing he would have to apologize for that comment later but he was a bit worked up right now. At least that litre of water had removed the dehydration debuff and with it the exhaustion had been pushed down to minor, the level of his hunger.

The growling at his side made John realize that he had just made a terrible mistake. Nathalia, squatting at his side, had cleaned herself from his spunk and now stared at him with burning fury.

“I will open your skull, John Newman,” she threatened and placed her clawed index finger between his eyes. “Let us see how much of your ‘superior’ intellect still matters when your brain is removed and squashed under my scaled heel.”

“I-I am very sorry, I thought you were Aclysia,” John stammered.

“You better be,” Nathalia gave him a last warning glance with her dragon eyes before blinking and returning them to their hazel colour. The claw was pulled back. “I don’t afford niceness to many people.”

On one hand, John could acknowledge that her bringing him water was her definition of nice. On the other, he wasn’t sure how much stock he wanted to put in that.

And he chose the wrong perk by accident. Fantastic. In his flailing he must have hit the wrong button. Well, he was smarter than to actually point the blame at Nathalia, even if it was her fault. ‘Guess my harem grows... or it will be a guy... No, I’d rather have too many girls than be permanently hooked up to a man... maybe a pet like Copernicus would be okay?’ John came to terms with what had just happened rather quickly. No use crying over spilled milk.

“I have taken a quick rinsing and your servant is currently changing the water,” Nathalia informed him and rose from her kneeling position. John nodded, he wouldn’t have wanted to take a bath in a tub that was 50% his cum.

“Great, can you help me up?” John asked, he was recovering now, but he was still a bit shaky. Nathalia looked at the hand he extended with a raised eyebrow. “Come on, I coated your whole body with semen, came inside you until your stomach was bloated, took in your essence and now you don’t want to take my hand?” John asked. He was pushing it, but by now he was relatively sure that Nathalia wouldn’t kill him, only hurt him very badly. In the past months he had gone through some excruciatingly painful experiences, the prospect of some minor punishment didn’t faze him anymore.

“One is a sign of me accepting that your skills as a lover are outstanding, John Newman. This would be a sign of friendship,” her mouth formed a thoughtful frown, “And if you are deserving of that I am less certain.”

“Wouldn’t this have been the reward for fulfilling your request?” John wondered as Nathalia aligned his cock with her pussy.

“No, the reward would have been to give you the lead again,” the dragoness said and bit her full lower lip. “As if I would waste any erection as satisfying as yours, John,” she said after his head pressed into her, against all laws of common sense, tightly clenching pussy lips.

With a lustful sigh, she descended. John grabbed her ass and his mouth caught one of the nipples in front of his face. In the corner of his eye he saw Aclysia morph back into naked form and masturbate to the sight of her Master being ridden. With her job of cleaning him done, that was a very valid thing to do.

“Didn’t you have questions for me?” Nathalia, slowly bouncing up and down in his lap, asked. The tall woman looked down on him.

“Ye-Ah, I guess,” John answered, having reluctantly stopped sucking her tit, “but is now the best time?”

“I have given you permission, what is stopping you?” Nathalia’s hips gyrated, her lips curving into a knowing smile. Aclysia let out an envious whimper.

“Well...” John started.

“Unable to think while being fucked by the most gorgeous being in the world?” Nathalia bent her back and guided his mouth to hers for a short kiss. “We both know that I am merely toying with you right now, mortal, get those questions over with so that we can continue where we left off earlier.”

“No more drugs, please,” John pleaded, he wasn’t sure if his nerves would survive another experience of that intensity.

“Don’t disappoint and we won’t have to resort to such tactics,” Nathalia promised him. It was the best deal he was going to get, so he moved on.

“Why are you here, in Cologne, and why in this spa?”

“For you, of course,” Nathalia answered and moaned while she impaled herself on his full length in a swift descent. For a moment she concentrated on fucking him, giving him a moment to satisfy a question she wouldn’t answer herself.



‘Well, neither do I, Gaia, and I gave her enough dick for a lifetime, so that won’t make her love me,’ John thought and felt something twinge inside him. ‘Wait, why does that make me sad? OH GOD, now I am starting to fall for her? Help! I am falling in love with a dragon!’

“And this spa is an outpost of the Illuminati, so this is where I could hide the easiest.” At least he was now properly distracted.

“Wait, so you are a part of the Illuminati?” he asked.

“No, Horn is.”

“Horn?”

“The Horned Rat, he doesn’t have a real name, so we all come up with our own.”

“How about Richard?” John suggested, “You know, because he is a dick.”

Nathalia produced a throaty laugh and John smirked at the small success. “He is indeed an irritating fellow at times. Anyhow, I am staying here because he told me to. If it is about hiding from Romulus, I leave the planning to him.” She clenched her teeth for a moment and then let out a drawn out moan, stopping as a minor orgasm rocked her body.

John waited for her to start moving again for his next question. “What did you do to Pompeii?”

“I buried it under enough lava to eradicate the city,” Nathalia spelled out.

He nodded, that was the answer he had expected, before he condemned her for it he had to know more, however. “Why?”

Nathalia stopped moving and looked him in the eye. “It is a rather long tale...” she began and laid down the events of that day, and what led to it. How Romulus wanted to kill Gaia, how the Babylonians had tried the same, and failed, how she had lost her horn and with it a large portion of her power, how she had come to know everyone involved. At the end John didn’t know whose idea to support, but he was certain that Romulus’ gamble should not have threatened so many people.

“You did the right thing,” John spoke of his conviction.

Nathalia paused for one meaningful second, then snorted, “Like I care about your morals, I wanted to save my own skin.”

“You could have run if that was the case,” John argued.

“The risk of running would have been as great as the risk I took. With fighting I at least had my fate in my own hands,” Nathalia reprimanded him. He was about to add more when Nathalia put a finger on his lips. “Don’t try to paint me as a benevolent being, John Newman,” she growled. “I am a goddess of destruction, I eradicate whatever I wish, just because I can. If Gaia ever vanishes, don’t think that I will stop at your helpless cities. You mortals either entertain me or you die.” She pulled back her finger.

“I think you are way more than you give yourself credit for,” John immediately said and silenced her incoming warnings with a fervent kiss. “Aren’t you the goddess of volcanoes?” he asked. “The greatest, most fertile ground is the one that was burned before. Don’t characterize yourself as only a negative force when there are benign parts of you. You are a force of nature, not some Saturday morning cartoon villain.”

The growl now leaving her throat had nothing feminine to it, reminding him more of vibrations before an earthquake. The water turned so hot that John was afraid it would start boiling at any moment as Nathalia’s eyes turned amber and her horns grew from her skull, pushing out as molten rock before hardening into their segmented form. The inferno inside her raged at an unknown heat, threatening to turn John, especially the parts of him still inside her, into a piece of coal.

“So, you choose to die?” she spat out, her eyes burning into his. Yet, he didn’t flinch, instead his hands found their ways upwards and framed her face.

“I choose to tell you that you are beautiful in more than the one way you seem to be convinced of.” He shrugged, he wasn’t without fear, but his wish to be honest with her was stronger. “If I am wrong, prove it, kill me and prove to yourself and the world that you are just a two-dimensional monster.”

Nathalia’s lips pulled back and revealed her sharp, carnivorous teeth, perfect to rip flesh from bone. Her maw opened. Aclysia fell forwards in a panic, closing her hands around the goddess’ throat, in an attempt to stop her somehow, but Nathalia’s teeth came closer to John’s face as if the guardian wasn’t even there. John could count them, each and every single one sharp enough to be used as a scalpel during an operation. Their whiteness reflected in his eyes and they snapped shut.

He flinched only slightly, an unnecessary gesture, the bite would have missed him either way. The inferno continued and John could see it brimming in her golden eyes, felt it on the palms of his hands, resting on her cheeks. She tried to find something in his eyes, some reason to doubt his words, anything that gave her an excuse not to kill him aside from proving him right. She only found honesty.



“You are lucky you are endearing,” Nathalia finally rumbled, defeated, and pushed Aclysia off her like she was a fly that had landed on her arm. The guardian was just relieved that they would live to see another day, even if she took an unpleasant fall to the floor for it.

John, in an ecstatically good mood, smirked, and said, “You keep telling yourself that,” and kissed her again. The heat vanished, but her horns stayed, as did her eyes remain in their godly gold.

Now her blood was ignited, however, and she took the frustration of having lost this contest out on riding him with reckless abandon. “Continu-ah-e yourrr questions, John,” she moaned. Concentrating was kind of hard, but he would have to manage if he wanted answers today.

“What did you do these past 3 months?” he wanted to know, pushing his words out one by one.

“Mhm-missed me?” Nathalia countered the question with one of her own. “In earnest: I caught up with the world and what was happening in this age. I also needed to repay some favourssss,” she hissed the last syllable; John had taken to sucking on her nipples again.

For a moment he forgot all about asking questions and thrusted into Nathalia instead. Her wild ride had brought him close to orgasm and only a few more impaling movements, combined with Nathalia’s pussy wringing around him, as the dragoness came herself, brought him over the edge. The load he shot into her was pitiful compared to what he had produced earlier, but still more than the average man could hope to produce even when backed up.

Consequently, Nathalia kept him inside of her, even as his dick became half-limp inside her. She knew that he would recover if she only waited for a bit. “One last question: Can you ask Richard to decode his prophecy for me?” John requested.

Nathalia shook her head, “I do not involve myself in his schemes if I have the choice. I do not have the patience to keep up with gods of knowledge. Besides, if he wanted you to know anything, he would have given it to me before I came here.”

John sighed, “I guess,” he admitted. “Well, that’s all I wanted to know. What now?”

“Now,” Nathalia slowly rotated her hips as she felt John’s vigor growing again, “you will use that young and able cock of yours to justify the rewards I want to give you in the future.” She looked to the side where Aclysia had taken to masturbating again. “You can have that servant of yours help you. I warn you, if she tries to choke me one more time I don’t guarantee that she will have a neck herself afterwards."

“Deal,” John agreed, as if there had ever been a choice.