Rupegia 53 Vanea's Origin: Hardened - Teaser

WARNING: if you thought that Interlude 1 was disturbing, this one is worse

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This chapter is not required to read to understand the main story, this is only a side-story.

This is a teaser for the patreon-only side stories I'm writing.

Each chapter has 3 parts and the first part of any new storyline I will make public as a teaser.

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On another short trip so I'm uploading from my phone. By Monday or Tuesday things will return to normal.

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I give the male wereowl a Princess smile. "Signeur Rooter, what a pleasure to have you here in Rabanara," I say and use the Princess' voice to match.

His cordial smile widens and acquires a hint of smugness to it. The n.o.bleman certainly didn't spend any skill points in Acting. "Lord Vanea, it is a great honor to be received by you."

"Lord"? So he is a c.u.n.t licker.

"Rabanara is always open to receive the strong, but we love more those who show some loyalty." I stress the last word with a hint of the General.

His smile stiffens just a little while as he swallows in an uncomfortable way. "So I have heard," he says and finishes with a nod. His eyes glance at the form of my nipples showing from under my thin black dress.

Too bad for you, then. I will never open my legs for you and you will only taste my p.i.s.s if you don't partic.i.p.ate in the town's defenses.

"So, how's the mansion to your liking?" I ask, returning completely to the Princess.

He opens his mouth and c.u.n.t-licking praise comes out. I register the words in my head but pay him no mind.

I should stop thinking about p.i.s.s, plenty of the p.i.s.sers have an actual p.i.s.sing fetish. Or maybe I should indulge in it. Meh, it's not a fetish that's stopping them from allying with us.

I need to talk to Haaran about p.i.s.sing fetishes, won't hurt to be prepared for it. It actually seems like a fun pa.s.s-time and I don't even have to expose myself, so they can still salivate and l.u.s.t for me while I p.i.s.s down their mouths.

I feel my nipples harden and force myself out of my musings, lest the spindly frail wereowl think that I'm hard for him.

"I'll leave you to enjoy your new house, then." -I giggle like the Saintess- "If you ever need anything, you can always ask."

His eyes immediately run along my cleavage and end in my exposed midriff. "Y-yes, I'll ask."

I might have to get Haaran to f.u.c.k his wife behind his back.

I rise from the sofa and approach him to shake his hand. Once we share the three usual shakes, I pull his hand closer and softly push my cherry lips against his frail hand. A small and fragrant red mark is left on his skin.

I giggle like the Saintess again and walk away. With the corner of my eye, I manage to catch a glimpse of him smelling his hand.

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"How did it go, master?" Loctar asks as I cross the [Gate].

I immediately let my dress fall and throw my underwear at him. "The same, a failure," I say.

The dwarven boy/man makes an effort to catch it all and then sniffs my panties. His cute d.i.c.k immediately goes erect.

"I'm sorry to hear that, master," he says after he recovers from the stupor of my scent.

"I'm going to my room," I say and he immediately starts to m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e with my panties.

"As you wish, my love."

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As my Persona crumbles, all my enthusiasm goes along with it and I start walking with a hunched back.

I meet Dad along the way. Mom is as chipper as ever, hugging his arm and smiling brightly.

With only a single look, Dad knows what happened. He gives me a sad, but sympathetic nod. Mom stops and disentangles from Dad, she grabs my face and forces me to stare her in the eyes.

"No luck, my love?" She asks in her cutesy voice.

Her unbounded love makes me smile, but my eyes still look dead. Her pure mind sets mine at ease and I sigh. "No luck, Mom."

I give her a hug and she tries to crush my ribs, but her perky balloons hamper her efforts. When I loosen the hug, she grabs my head and gives me repeated kisses on my lips, I feel a soft honey taste enter my mouth from the lip cream she uses.

"Don't feel so sad, please. No matter what happens, know that we always love you. It's not your fault the other n.o.bles refuse to ally with us," she says in her loving voice, forcing more love to invade my heart.

I send a glance at Dad, but I see he's only smiling warmly. I already quit trying to have him tell us the truth, I think he himself doesn't even know it fully.

I steal a kiss from Mom and caress her tongue with mine. I end it with a loud *smack* and smile at her, feeling fully recharged. "Thank you, Mom," I say and we disentangle.

They continue towards the [Eternal Gate] Station while I retire to my room.

I tell the servant to turn off the lights and crawl into my bed below the covers. I curl into a ball and go to sleep.

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I feel something slick and wet rub on my p.u.s.s.y, making me moan involuntarily. Then I hear a gruff chuckle and suddenly, a thick, long p.e.n.i.s invades my womb.

"Ahn! Arman!" I protest.

He chuckles and binds me in an iron hug.

The rough awakening makes me weak, but with Arman having the advantage of surprise, I'm left completely defenseless.

His c.o.c.k is completely lubed, how kind of him. You like to play these games, but you never go all the way.

I relax in his strong, red arms and enjoy the "hard" f.u.c.king.

"Father has a faster stroke than you," I say, mockingly.

"Your mother's p.u.s.s.y is tighter than yours," he grunts back. His mustache tickles the back of my neck and his rough voice feels like music to my ears.

"My brother has a bigger d.i.c.k than you."

"Your sister will be less of a wh.o.r.e than you."

"That's actually a compliment."

"f.u.c.king degenerates, all of you." -He chuckles- "Is there someone you didn't f.u.c.k?"

"Your son."

"Well, that's unexpected."

I use the tone of the Dame of Pain as I say, "Maybe I should marry Marduk, then you two can f.u.c.k me at the same time."

"Don't joke about those things. You should marry a n.o.ble, not a dirty commoner like me or my son," he says in a serious tone and slows down.
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I grab his arm and give it a pinch. It probably didn't hurt him, but I just wanted to send a message. "f.u.c.k those n.o.bles, and not literally! You and the rest of the knights are commoners and you're all just as strong as any n.o.ble!"

He hugs me tighter and stops moving. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought that up."

I hug his arms and run my hand along his skin, feeling the coa.r.s.e hair. "No, I'm just ranting, it's not your fault."

He kisses me on the back of my head and his fleshy lips make my arms lose their strength. His breath smells of Nightshade, an earthy and calming smell mixed with smoke.

His d.i.c.k disappointingly leaves my insides, then his strong arms spin me in place, forcing me to look at him. His graying hair adds to his charm, making his smile breathtaking.

He cups my cheek with his large red hand and I grab his fingers. My hand feels small next to his log-like fingers. I smile brightly and savor his touch. I always feel like a frail little girl in his embrace.

"Loctar said that you were feeling down," the Devil-type old man says, his gravelly voice works just like Mom's in calming my heart.

"I am," I say flatly.

"No luck?"

"No luck."

He grunts and suddenly I'm filled again.

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My legs and hips hurt to move. Arman used me like a doll until he was satisfied, which took quite a while.

I look around and see that Loctar is back. He's delicately storing my Seduce-type dress in my wardrobe.

"Loctar, I need healing, my love," I say weakly and motion to him.

Arman grunts a chuckle and uses the skin of my arm to dry his wet c.o.c.k.

Loctar immediately stops what he's doing and scurries to my side. He chants a [Heal] and suddenly I can walk again.

"You are losing your strength, old man. Loctar didn't even need to [Heal] me twice," I say and giggle like the Seductress.

"f.u.c.k you," he gruffs.

"Please, do," Loctar says lowly with a smirk.

"Huh?!" Arman turns to the small dwarf.

"Ah! A thousand apologies, my Grand Sir!" Loctar turns around and bows completely.

Arman laughs out loud and walks out of the room.

"If you take his c.o.c.k up your a.s.s, I'll reward you with a night with my mother," I say softly into Loctar's ear.

He turns around and his green eyes look at me anxiously. "I appreciate the offer, my master, but I don't need anyone but you."

"Awn…" My heart melts so completely a small tear forms in the corner of my eye.

I pull him into a hug and start to undress him. He gets so excited, that when I start stroking his cute p.e.n.i.s, he immediately splurts all over the bed.

Well, what a waste.

"Apologies, my love, I didn't warn you," he says and cringes a little.

I sigh. "The maids only like you because you are cute."

He chuckles adorably and awkwardly scratches his head.

I run my hand through his black hair and kiss him on the forehead. Then I make sure that the Ring of Fertility is on and straddle him.

"You've been a good boy, so you get to finish inside," I smile like the Saintess and lower myself onto him.

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I have another meeting with a potential ally, so I clean myself and use a [Regeneration] magic tool on my v.a.g.i.n.a.

I played around so much today. Haaran would be proud.

I use a more innocent Seduce-type dress. The elves love to wors.h.i.+p and corrupt innocence. The dress is inspired by Sommerland designs, it has a lot of see-through clothing, showing him most of my curves, but keeping all the important bits completely covered. Its light green color goes well with my hair, just like how Loctar's dark hair contrast perfectly with his emerald eyes.

The form-fitting dress reduces my movement, but it looks seductive. I'm sorry to the weremonkeys and apes, but the baggy clothing looks a little silly in my eyes.

I enter the room and immediately see a thick piece of meat that makes me salivate. The elven man is as tall and built as Arman; he lacks any of the femininity that plagues the elves; his yellow stubble is perfectly trimmed; his square jaw is striking and masculine; his das.h.i.+ng smile is that of a Hero of legend; his dimples show the marks of experience and that of a man that smiles a lot; his glacial eyes s.h.i.+ne in contrast to his fair skin; his short golden hair is elegantly combed backwards; his neck is graced with an elegant necklace; his clothing is simple but perfectly fitted; his posture is like that of a statue from the Colosseum.

"Signeur Rico Este," I greet him and give an elegant bow, allowing him to see down my dress. When I straighten, I already feel my hard nipples poking through the dress and I catch him staring at them without shame.

"Lady Vanea Anara," he greets back and bows elegantly, much deeper than my own.

Flawless greeting, but 'Lady'?! I'll cuck you and your wife! I'll have Haaran impregnate her and then steal her for myself!

"A pleasure to have you and your company here in Rabanara," I say with the tone of the Princess.

"A great honor to be received by you." His manly voice sends s.h.i.+vers of pleasure along my spine.

I want Arman and him spit-roasting me, right now!

We both sit at the corners of the sofas, as close as we can be without sharing the same piece of furniture.

A small, virgin maid enters the room and s.h.i.+vers as both our predatory gazes wash over her voluptuous body. She's one of the most delicious finds of the orphanage this year, so I'll save her for a special occasion. The s.h.i.+vering prey deposits a tray with tea, sweets, and savory snacks at the corner of the table.

Her loose dress allows her cow t.i.ts to hang and gives us a perfect view of her entire body, even a glimpse of the bush that I personally trimmed.

Rico smiles like a breeder dragon seeing a fainted adventurer. The maid straightens and walks away and we both watch the bountiful b.u.t.t shake from behind the see-through part of her dress.

Once the prey is gone, I finally turn to him and ask, "To what do I owe this delightful visit?" I add a dash of Seductress to my tone.

"Este escort company has a good hold over the High Forest and the Wetlands. We are thinking of expanding south and offering our services here," he answers with the tone of the Leader.

"Delightful." I increase the dash of Seductress and bunch up my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

We casually talk about his business while eating the snacks. His eyes a.n.a.lyze every part of my body without shame, but he always stares me in the eye while we talk. My Eyes of Authority are still budding, but still, for him to do that show an envious amount of "Willpower."

"Our prices are very compet.i.tive and we are always offering our services to anyone," he says and I feel a hint of the General on his last word.

A perfect opponent for a battle.

I smile like the Dame of Pain and arm myself with my knives.

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The battle is b.l.o.o.d.y, we are both experienced negotiators. Our tactics are too ineffective against each other, causing us to slowly bleed each other dry.

His tone s.h.i.+fts and I feel the Hero starting the final fight. "There is one last proposal that I would like to make…" He says while his glacial eyes try to pierce my heart.

"Do not tease me like this, Signeur Este. Say it," I mix the Dame of Pain with the Seductress, making him smirk.

"To finish this contract, I want you." The Hero stabs the Villain in the heart and looks at me, about to take his lover in his embrace.

"Oh my. What do you take me for?" I ask, using all of my Saintess and Princess in one go.

"A harlot, a s.l.u.t. A woman who loves pleasure," He says, completely serious. The Villain revives to stab the hero in the back.

I change into the Dame of Pain and chuckle with a sultry tone. "You got it right, but my price is too high."

He pulls out the biggest, thickest c.o.c.k that I have ever had the pleasure to see. "This is all the payment you deserve."

I chuckle like the Villainess and smile. "I've had bigger, the dragonkin are still unparalleled," I lie. I show complete control of my emotions, but my heart beats wildly.

If he was single I would gladly marry him in the spot.

His composure suffers a nearly invisible hit. He underestimated me and wasn't prepared for my steel nerves.

He throws some numbers and I bleed the last drop out of him.

My victory.

We sign the contract and one of his servants takes it away for copying. The poor elven woman was salivating at his exposed rod.

I kneel in front of him and grab his meat. I lick the shaft like an innocent puppy and gently play with his head.

He suddenly grabs my head and shoves it down completely. He enters deep down my throat and blocks my airways. If I was an innocent flower I would have puked.

I glare at him and the Madman stares back. I feel a slight chill run along my spine.

"Wh.o.r.e," the Madman whispers.

He doesn't let me breathe and plays with my head, skull f.u.c.king me until I nearly pa.s.s out. He c.u.ms down my throat and finally lets me breath.

"What the f.u.c.k are you doing, you brute! We never established a safe word!" I protest.

"s.e.x toys do not need 'safe words,'" he says flatly.

He lifts me by my throat with one hand and with the other he rips my dress. Then he throws me on the table and gla.s.s shatters, cutting my arm.

"f.u.c.k! Stop!" I yell.

He grabs my waist and violently shoves his c.o.c.k inside my v.a.g.i.n.a.

"AH! STOP! YOU ARE HURTING ME!"

He mounts me and wraps his arms around me. "The contract said we had to mate," the Madman says.

"f.u.c.k the contract! We already signed it!" I turn my head and spit into his face.

He grabs my spit and savors it, moaning with pleasure. "The contract is with my servant. If I turn my Emergency Ring, she will burn it immediately." He shows me the Ring on his finger.

"f.u.c.k the contract! You will be branded a Wicked rapist this way!" I snarl at him.

"No, I won't. Either we f.u.c.k my way or the contract is gone," he says, flatly.

I stop and stare at him wide-eyed. I feel the blood trickling down my arm and the pain starting to set in. I feel his disgusting c.o.c.k twitching inside me repeatedly with excitement. I feel his filthy breath on my face. I see his eyes open wide in excitement and madness.

The contract is so good, just so good…

He starts moving again and I grunt in pain.

We need the help, we need an ally.

I turn away from him and grit my teeth.

It's always so hard on Father, Mother, and Haaran to keep the dungeons contained.

I hold the beam of the table and the gla.s.s shards cut my palm.

If we get more trade, we get more adventurers and the town will prosper.

He chuckles like the Madman and increases the pace. My insides get wet against my will and the pain turns to pleasure. Disgusting pleasure that I never wanted.

For Rabanara, for my family.

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His limp wet c.o.c.k slides out of me and I finally let the beam go. I nearly crash on the floor in the puddle of my own blood, but I catch myself and stand.

The Madman suddenly splashes a few very-high-quality potions on my body. All the wounds are healed and the blood I lost is replenished.

He throws his Emergency Ring at me, it hits my chest and falls on the floor with a clink. "Here, s.m.e.g.m.a. Turn the Ring green if you want to be put in your place again," he says and cackles a Wicked laugh.

"s.m.e.g.m.a…?" I ask through gritted teeth.

"That's what you are. You are barely worth more than the s.m.e.g.m.a of my c.o.c.k, you s.l.u.t." The glacial eyes of the Madman hurt more than his words.

With these last words, he puts on his clothes and walks away.

I pull out another dress and immediately go to the bathroom.

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Loctar suddenly bursts into the bath and slips on the wet floor. He hits his head on the hard tiles and immediately gets up, a red trail of blood blemis.h.i.+ng his perfect face.

"Master! What happened?! We found your blood at the meeting room!"

I told the guards to not interfere, now I'm not sure how much of a good idea that was…

I remain quiet and with a stern face. Loctar waits for my response, but when none comes, he jumps into the water, fully clothed, and swims to me. He hugs me tight and whimpers.

"Master… please tell me what happened…"

"He f.u.c.ked me b.l.o.o.d.y because I allowed it, but never again…" I say through gritted teeth as silent tears run along my face.

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I enter my workshop at the university. The scattered books and notes give me a second wind. I have a will, I will find a way.

[Cursing Magic] is feared by the old quacks. They are suspicious of its origin and are wary of any heretic influence on it, but they are completely wrong about it.

Any magic school is capable of being used for Wicked ways and to commit the Sin of Torture, [Cursing Magic] is just one that can walk closer to the border than any other. Not even [Dark Magic] can go as close as Cursing can.

The wording of the Sin is very clear: s.a.d.i.s.tic torture. It needs a meaning, a change, a goal. So I add one simple goal: revenge. So I add something that will change the realm: the death of Rico Este. So I add a justification for my Sin: taking justice into my own hands.

The realm needs to get rid of the bloodsucking waste of air that is the rotten goblin j.i.z.z called Rico Este. Another man who thinks he can walk all over me because I'm young, because I'm pretty, because I'm frail.

If they won't ally with me willingly, then they will stay away from fear of me!

"I curse you to a slow, painful death, Rico Este. I curse you to slowly lose your mind as your reality is slowly replaced with fantasy. Fantasy that is abruptly broken, leaving you in a rotten, broken home that you yourself created. Let your last will be to return to that fantasy, something only possible after your death.

"I curse you to suffer a horrible fate for your crimes. I curse you to tarnish your own name for your crimes. I curse you to die alone and not take anyone else undeserving with you. I cur-…"

A searing pain in my heart stops my words. I grasp the table to steady myself and grit my teeth.

Why do you stop me, G.o.ds? Why do you hate me so much?! Why did you abandon me in this corner of the empire to struggle?! Why do I deserve to suffer for something that I don't even know what it is?! This realm is unfair and I'm merely doing my part to take control of my life!

The searing pain reduces a little, allowing me to speak again and restart the spell. "I… curse you… Rico Este… to suffer as long as I have suffered… To know my pain and my shame… To feel the guilt of a crime you will… never repay… I curse you to death…"

The spell is woven and deposits itself on the necklace. The searing pain in my heart stops and I collapse on the floor.

Loctar wakes up and sits up on the sofa. "Huh…? Ah! My love!" Loctar rushes to my side and hugs me tight. "Are you alright?! What happened?!"

I calm my breath and grasp his cheek lovingly. "I was allowed my revenge."

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I cross the [Eternal Gate] to Goloria and surprise the elven receptionist. "I need a meeting with the Crown Lord, it's urgent," I say.

The androgynous receptionist jumps out of their chair and dashes towards the Lord's office.

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I harden my will and fix my Persona, then I burst into his office and march towards the chair in front of his desk.

"Madame Vanea Anara…" Confiel starts the greeting but his n.o.ble face collapses into a worried frown. "Are you alright? You don't look well."

"I am fine, Lord Confiel," I say and sit down on the chair and pose like the Princess. "I have no time for pleasantries. I'm here to give you an opportunity, either you take it or not and that's all."

"Hm… Wh-…"

I deposit the elegant necklace on the table and interrupt him. "I know you have some enmity with the Este family-…"

"That's putting it mildly." He frowns.

"-but I can give you the opportunity to kill Rico Este without anyone knowing he was murdered." I point to the necklace while his face freezes. He manages to contain his extreme surprise quite masterfully.

"How?" He asks with a sharp gaze after a few moments of consideration.

"The necklace will do all the work."

"I would like to test it beforehand."

"It'll only work with him."

"I'll test it anyway."

"Do as you please. Now, are you going to do it?"

He looks at the necklace and then a.n.a.lyzes me. My unkempt and unwashed clothing is disgraceful, but I had no time to waste, Rico must pay.

"Rico did something horrible to you," Confiel says and looks at me with a hint of empathy.

"Do not pity me, but he did," I say calmly.

"Are you Wicked?"

"Got close, but no."

He swallows uncomfortably and hardens his will. "I will do it."

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Hall of Fame of Patrons

The patrons who support Rupegia shall have their names sung by the bards for they deserve the glory and honor. Their names are:

Oracle Maximillian Hübner.

Lord Andrew Meyers.

Lord Hope.

Lord Samuel Lim.

Lord Cody Weigel.

Lord Bill.

Lord Novgarod.

Lord DJ.

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