Shining Shadow

Greenleaf Village was a cozy little speck tucked in a valley of the Blazewind Expanse, its thatched homes glowing under fields of Glowvine that shimmered like stars at dusk. The air was thick with herb and ale scents, a far cry from Cinderhollow's forge smoke. My curse dragged at me as we tied our Zoraths outside The Healing Leaf tavern, the village's heart, buzzing with herbalists and traders. My eyes were on Tira's red tunic, clinging to her Beginner Grand Master Fire curves like it was painted on. Bera's corset strained with every step, her Middle Master Fire aura practically begging for trouble. Lila's earth-rune skirt hugged her Middle Master Earth hips, and I swear, the sight made my groin guard—Marko's "Supreme Sword Sleeps Here" gift—feel tighter than ever. Varkoth slithered beside me, his black scales catching the Glowvine's light. "Father, this village begs for your chaos," he hissed, his voice now smooth as a Forgehold merchant's pitch. I grinned, patting his head. "Damn right, son. Let's give 'em a show."

Inside, the tavern was a warm blur of chatter and clinking mugs. A Middle Scholar Wood barkeep, Elrin, poured ale with a practiced hand, his aura like fresh-cut timber. A Beginner Expert Lightning trader, Vyna, haggled nearby, her curves almost rivaling Bera's. I slid into a booth, the girls crowding me—Bera's thigh brushing mine, Lila's arm grazing my elbow, Tira's smirk daring me to try something stupid. "Behave, pervert," Tira warned, her phoenix tattoo glinting, but her eyes sparkled with challenge. I leaned in, voice low. "No promises, firebird. You know I'm the Supreme Prankster." Varkoth hissed, "Father's mischief is art, females." Bera glared. "Shut it, snake, or you're a belt." Lila's earth spike nudged the floor, and Tira laughed, sipping her ale.

I couldn't resist. I'd mixed a Lustfire Potion—Moonflower sap and Firebloom essence, brewed in Crestmoore for maximum chaos—and slipped it into their ales when Elrin turned away. "To Forgehold," I toasted, hiding my grin as they drank. Seconds later, the tavern became a fucking spectacle. Tira's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she gripped the table, a low, guttural moan spilling from her lips. Her phoenix tattoo flared, her body trembling as she climaxed, thighs clenching under her tunic, the sound raw and relentless. Bera arched in her seat, her corset straining as she gasped, moans rolling out like a sultry storm, her Fire Qi igniting a tablecloth in a burst of sparks. Lila clutched my arm, her earthy scent mixing with desperate whimpers, her skirt riding up as she writhed, earth Qi cracking the floorboards.

For ten straight minutes, they moaned and shuddered, their faces flushed, bodies shaking through wave after wave of uncontrollable pleasure. Tira's cries were sharp, almost pained, her hands clawing the table. Bera's moans were a fiery crescendo, her breasts heaving with every gasp. Lila's gasps were softer, but her nails dug into me, her thighs slick and trembling.

The tavern froze, then erupted—some patrons cheered, others gawked, Vyna's Lightning Qi sparking in shock as she dropped her mug. "Best prank yet!" I laughed, dodging a thrown tankard. Elrin shouted, "Out, you maniac!" but it was too late. Bera's stray fireball set a beam ablaze, Lila's earth spike split a wall, and Tira's flames torched a curtain.

Half the village was smoking by the time we bolted, Zoraths pounding dirt under the Glowvine's eerie light. I tossed a spatial ring with 10 Level 3 Spirit Stones back, shouting, "For the repairs!" as Middle Scholar Earth royal guards—led by a stern woman, Kalia, her aura heavy as granite—closed in from a patrol. Varkoth slithered fast, hissing, "Father's brilliance burns bright!" I grinned, urging my Zorath on. "Keep up, son!"

We hid in a ravine, the girls' faces red with fury and… something else. Their skirts and tunics clung, wet between their legs, their breaths still ragged from the potion's effects. They cornered me, eyes blazing, and I knew I was fucked—not the fun kind. "You're dead, Killy!" Tira snarled, slamming a Fire Qi-laced fist into my chest, the curse making it feel like a boulder. Bera's fire-wreathed punch bruised my ribs, her corset heaving as she growled, "You piece of shit!" Lila's earth-enhanced kick sent me sprawling, her skirt flashing thighs that almost made the pain worth it. "Enough!" I gasped, scrambling up, but Tira yanked my braid—gold tips glinting in the moonlight—and sliced off a chunk with her dagger. "Next time, it's the whole damn thing," she hissed, tossing the braid into the dirt. Bera and Lila nodded, their wet, furious glares promising worse. Varkoth coiled nearby, hissing, "Father's prank united you, females. Your passion is his triumph." They turned on him, Bera's fireball grazing his scales. "Shut it, snake!" Lila snapped, her earth spike pinning a nearby shrub.

I rubbed my bruised ribs, the curse's passive healing kicking in. "Worth it," I grinned, dodging Tira's glare. "You're lucky we don't castrate you," Bera muttered, but her lips twitched, and Lila's blush betrayed her. Tira sheathed her dagger, her voice cold. "One more stunt like that, Killy, and you're done." I nodded, but my mind was already on the next prank, the Expanse's cliffs looming like a challenge. Varkoth hissed, "Father's chaos is eternal." I patted him. "Damn right, son. Let's keep 'em burning."