(Jamie)

I'm halfway out of the forest, looking for a good place to set up camp for the night, when I come across a boy with black hair and brilliant green eyes. Appraisal doesn't get a read on him, so I assume he's probably a little less than eighteen.

He's dressed in black and red, and is chilling by a fire, roasting an entire stag over it, the horns removed and sitting beside him.

"Hello," I call out, and he looks over to me, waving.

"Hello, Jamie," he says. He has Access? "Yes, I have Access," he laughs. "I'm a Demigod, so you won't be able to see my stuff without Divine Appraisal. The look on your face told me you were surprised I knew your name."

"A demigod?" I walk over to him.

"Yeah," he responds. "My name's Max. My father's a god, my mother's a mortal. I actually came here from the realm I grew up in for you."

That sounds suspicious.

"For me?"

"Yeah," he waves me over again, so I walk over, standing a few feet away from the fire. "I heard about your Skill, Limitless Adaptation."

"You know it?" Can the answers to my questions finally be found?

"Yes," he gestures for me to sit, so I do, crossing my legs and starting at him as he turns the stag. "Before I tell you about the Skill, I should tell you what I really am."

"You're not a demigod?" I ask.

"I am," he stands, beginning to remove his clothes. "Normally, I can't take on human form, no matter what, but my father temporarily granted me the ability to while in the mortal realms. Considering your friendship with the half-dragon and the Spawnling, I don't believe this will be too awful for you."

He now stands, naked, before me, his lean, muscular body smooth and devoid of hair, much like mine and my friends'. His dick is a nice size, though I feel a small satisfaction in knowing that I'm bigger than a demigod, even if by only a little bit.

His body begins to ripple and morph, turning emerald-green with lines of blood-red swirling around it. Not a swirled pattern, but actually swirling, moving around his body slowly. His dick grew in size as well as he shifted his form to his real form, becoming a fair bit bigger than my own, removing my previous pride. If anything, it makes mine feel small in comparison.

His green eyes turn to gold, his round pupils turning to slits. A pair of smooth, slightly-curved-back horns of gold sprout out of the top of his head as crimson spikes sprout along his spine, from the top of his back down to the three tails growing out from just above his ass, of a green matching his skin, long, slender, and furry, with red stripes, akin to a tiger's.

"Your father is a god of Demons?" I feel thoroughly intimidated.

"Actually," he says, his already-sexy voice even silkier than before. "My father is the God of Chaos, but he oversees the Demons, as they are quite chaotic beings. As a result, he and I both have a form similar to this. I apparently take after my father quite well – many Demons who see me often initially mistake me for my father."

"How old are you?" I ask.

"Eighteen," he answers, then his body begins to morph back to the human form, his package turning smaller than mine once more. He looks down at it, then sighs. "To a Demon, the bigger the dick, the better your status is. Our dicks grow in size in relation to our power-"

And the son of the god over all Demons has a dick that big, in his real form? Caleb might slobber, he ever sees it. Judging by Caleb's own package, I have to wonder what 'average' is for a Demon.

"-yet in this form," he continues. "I'm not that much bigger than average."

Average is roughly five and a quarter, give or take half an inch, kid. Unless this world is filled with big-dicked dudes. You're just over seven inches. You are definitely bigger than normal.

Unless you're referring to thickness. I'd say you're about average, there, but I don't think that's something to worry about. It'll pleasure your love all the same.

"Anyway," he starts dressing. "Now that you have seen my real form, and know what I really am, do you still want the information on your Skill, Limitless Adaptation?"

"Yes," I answer.

He finishes dressing, then sits down, removing the stag from the fire and sharing it with me. Once we finish eating, he leans back against a tree, sighing in content.

"Okay," he says. "Limitless Adaptation… you are the first Human to ever have it, and only humans can have it. There are only two ways to obtain it: to unlock it yourself, or to be born with it. According to my father, you were born with it. Since you didn't live in a world with the System, it didn't have any effect, until Vaefor decided to bring you here for kicks."

"Vaefor… brought me here for kicks?" I ask, and he grins at me. "What do you mean by that?"

"Vaefor," he says. "The god that brings people from other worlds to this one. He likes to grab cute or sexy guys who are fully gay. This world is his special little playground. Normally, he takes a backseat and doesn't pick guys for any reason other than being cute or sexy and gay. So you'll find quite a few hot guys here, as a result. He only does it if they're eighteen to twenty, too, so you'll probably come across quite a few damn good-looking newbies your age.

"Anyway," he says. "I got off-track. Vaefor noticed that not only did you meet all of his requirements – being male, gay, and sexy as fuck – but that you also had Limitless Adaptation. So when he noticed that, he went 'not even gonna bother with everything else, I'm just going to toss him there and see how things go down'. Normally, he gives the other gods some data on the guys first, but with you, he didn't care about it and just transferred you over, because someone having a Species Ultimate Skill is rare as fuck."

Species Ultimate Skill?

"Species Ultimate Skills," he continues. "Are unique to a Species – you absolutely must be that Species in order to obtain it, so there isn't a chance of anyone not that Species specifically ever obtaining it. For instance, even though my mother was a Demon and my father is the god of Demons, I can't have the Species Ultimate Skill for Demons, Corrupted Lust. Demigods don't have a chance for any.

"They're rare to obtain," he continues. "In history, only a handful across the various worlds and planes and realms with the System have had a Species Ultimate Skill, yourself included. You make the fifth finger."

That is pretty damn rare. Why did I have it?

"Now for Limitless Adaptation," he continues. "It's considered the most powerful Species Ultimate Skill, which is befitting of the human Species. Species Ultimate Skills reflect the true nature of the Species, and for humans, it's their adaptability.

"The power of your Skill," he continues. "Grows with its Level, as with all Skills, but it's tough to advance it even the first Level. It will adapt when there is a need, though the higher its Level, the less need is required for it to act, the greater the gap it can trigger for, and the greater the boosts it can give.

"So," he says. "Say at Level 1, you face an Archdemon. It would recognize the need, but not be able to adapt you to it. If you somehow survived a hit, you might gain a few points into various stats. At Level 5, it might adjust you a little before the hit, then more after you're hit. At Level 10, the boosts would be a fair bit bigger, and faster, too. This isn't exact, but do you get the idea?"

"Yes," I nod.

"The reason I'm here," he says. "Is because my father told me that he'd be interested to see how Limitless Adaptation can work for someone training against a demigod more powerful than an Archdemon. I have been Black Rating since birth. I am literally the peak of the Power Ratings, and cannot go any higher, unless the System decides that it needs to add more in.

"In addition to that," he says. "I do not have a care in the world about the lives of others. I am cold, heartless, and merciless. The only reason I am here right now is under the orders of my father. I have never, not once in my life, ever felt emotion other than disdain, contempt, hatred, lust, and such for others.

"As a result of that," he says. "If I say I will do something, the odds are that I will. As a result, it will trigger Limitless Adaptation. For instance, if you do not perform a handstand and hold it for sixty minutes, I will break your right arm."

New Skill! Handstand Passive Increases your ability to perform handstands and how long you can hold out during one.

Limitless Adaptation actually considered it a threat, and the emotionless way he said that suggested he really will. I start to do a handstand. Never been good at it before, as I always fall down, yet with the Skill, I'm able to start it. By the time he tells me an hour has passed, it's reached Level 6.

"That's my highest-Level Skill," I tell him after allowing myself to fall backwards. Sure, that hurt, but my arms and abs are sore as hell, now. "How did it manage to continue to go up?"

"It was needed," he answers. "Even with your STR and raw stamina. And as long as it knew I would actually inflict long-lasting bodily harm, it would continue to allow you to adapt. So. Would you like my assistance in training, or not? I can force it to adapt in quite a few ways. Most things won't be as easy as that, though. Increasing combat-related Skills and stats would require me to use them against you."

In other words, give me a beating. That worries me a bit, though, since he's powerful enough that Limitless Adaptation recognizes him as a threat.

"How long have you been here?" I ask.

"In this realm?" He asks. I meant here, but he continues before I can answer. "About three hours longer than we've known each other. I've had Access about twenty minutes longer than that."

"It's your birthday?"

"Indeed," he nods. "That is why my Father decided to send me. We had already discussed that I would be coming here to assist you, should you accept my offer, before today. It was long enough for Father to inform me of where you were, which direction you were heading, and to grant me the power to shift my form."

I'm guessing the ability to move between the realms isn't something he needed help with.

I continue to lie here, resting from the soreness that resulted from doing a handstand for an hour. Hands, arms, and abs… Limitless Adaptation doesn't seem to bother with adapting me to that, but that's probably because there's no need to adapt. Maybe?

I turn my head and look at Max, who is warming his hands by the fire. The season's changing, and it's turning colder. Does he only need to warm his human body, or is that in both forms? Or does he have no need of it, and is just warming his hands to see what it's like?

"I've only met one Demon before," I say. "But from what I understand, Demons generally don't wear clothes. You seemed to pull them back on like it was nothing, after changing back."

"That?" He asks. "It's… different. I've never worn clothes before now. That said, mortal society is often big on clothes, and if we are to train together when we reach the city, then it would be somewhat necessary. Then again, as a Demigod, I could just force them to allow me, but I'd rather not deal with that. It is more me experimenting than anything.

"Continuing on with the state of dress," he says. "Would you be willing to get naked with me and have sex?"

"I don't even know your name," he's blunt about wanting to have sex with me.

"Maxrulnami," he answers. "Though you may call me 'Max', here. My full name would indicate my demonic heritage."

"Okay," I say. "I've been here something like seven or eight months – I can't remember, exactly – and I didn't have sex with the guys I was with that entire time, despite both of them wanting it. Can you give me one good reason why I should do it with someone I just met? Unless you're planning on raping me, that is."

"You haven't had sex?" His expression is one of completely surprise, as if he had expected me to have done it with Caleb and Adam. "Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Weird."

"Why is that weird?"

"Considering that most people tend to have sex with people they like who like them as well, that is weird."

"I'm not sure how it is for Demons, but-"

"I meant in this world," he says. "Some people mate for life, still, but many will just have their hookukps, friends with benefits, or harems. In fact, it's perfectly normal here, and there are many societies where a harem is actually considered an accomplishment. It means you're both physically desirable and powerful enough to warrant people actually wanting it. And you are certainly physically desirable.

"Would you mind telling me why you didn't have sex with Caleb and Adam?"

"Yes, I would mind it."

"If you don't tell me, I will break your right arm."

I gain a Skill called Threat Detection at that, and it registers him as a threat. He's serious about it.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Is it because they aren't human?" He asks.

"No."

"Then why?"

"For starters," I say. "I get the sense that Caleb would need quite a bit more than I can give. As for Adam… he seems to be a top, to me, and I'd rather not bottom. In addition, where I'm from, people tend to stick to one person as morally-acceptable, and-"

"And you'd rather not follow that and make the other jealous."

I nod.

"Well, here, harems aren't uncommon," he says. "And tend to be acceptable. And Adam can sustain Caleb where you cannot. Plus, they both agreed that if one of them couldn't be with you, they wouldn't mind, so long as they could continue to fuck. That said, we still have about two weeks before we reach the city, and the Demon part of me does still have the high drive to have sex. I would much prefer it be with you, then heading back to the Demon realms to fuck whatever random Demons I find, or going about the city finding random hotties to fuck."

"And I'd rather not top."

"Yes," he says. "And I'd rather get fucked by you while in my real form, as my father told me that if I raped you or hurt you sexually, he'd rip off my dick and shove it up my own ass."

My hands move to my crotch when he says that, the very thought of it making me hurt.

"Of course," he says. "He doesn't mean, like, a standard fucking's pain, or a rough one, if you're into that. He means that if I hurt you in a way you don't want or like, then he'd do that."

"And you think I'd be able to even get up after hearing about that?"

"Humans are so weird," he shrugs. "I still want to have sex with you, though, and I'm horny as fuck. And I've always wanted to take it up the ass, but being what I am, none of the Demons would do it to me.

"A fun fact," he says. "The moment word makes it back to Demons that I'm practically begging you to fuck me, there isn't a Demon in existence that would dare act against you."

What?

"Which could be useful for you in the future," he says. "Even if you don't have sex with me. But I really do want to feel you up my ass. My father says you have a decent package, too. So would you please just have sex with me already? It'd help you feel good, too, you know."

"That's not a good enough reason to have sex with you," I tell him, and he sighs.

He goes back to staring at the fire, and I watch him. He's definitely hot, probably because of his godly heritage and demonic nature. To be honest, I probably wouldn't have an issue with it. The only real reason I'm refusing is because of the whole thing where it doesn't seem like commitment is needed – or even expected – with people here, unless it's, like, a harem.

Though it seems like I'm going to end up with a bunch of people wanting to be a part of it. I already have a Demon and a half-dragon, and I think there's now a Demigod wanting to be a part of it. I guess I'm the token human in it.

"How long do you plan on being around?" I ask.

"At least six months," he answers. "Father and I agreed that I'd be here a minimum of that, as it would probably be enough to boost you up to Red Rank, and possibly get you close to Orange. Why?"

"And you wanting sex isn't a one-time thing?" I ask. "You'd actually keep wanting it while we trained?"

"Most likely," he answers.

This seems to be normal here, too. Unlike back on Earth, where it's frowned upon to just sleep with people you just met, and to be with multiple people at once, everyone seems alright with it here.

And seeing what I seem to draw to me… I'll have to face this sooner or later. And if he really wanted to force me, he probably could.

"I guess," I say.

"Okay," he stands, stretching, then looks at me. "It'd have to be in my real form, just so you know."

"Can't sustain this one?"

"Oh, I can," he says. "As a Demigod, I have a special form of it that allows me to do it without expending Mana or needing to maintain focus or continuing to expend Mana. I'd just rather have sex in my real form than this human form."

"I'm not taking that thing in me," I say. "You'd probably rip me up."

"I wasn't planning on it," he laughs. "I know you humans are fragile. Is that a problem?"

"So you were wanting to take me in you?"

"Yeah," he says. "Unless you wanted to try doing it with just a little bit of me, but as it is, I'd like to get fucked by someone my dad took an interest in."

Could I manage it while he's in his true, Demonic form? It's not human, and only has a humanoid base form. The tails and spikes and green skin and horns… but at the same time… I'm not finding myself actually turned off to the idea of it.

Being completely honest with myself, I was somewhat curious about what it'd be like to get fucked by those sculpted Stone Soldiers… and I'm not really a bottom. At least, I don't think so. Looking at Max… I might be willing, at some point in the future, if he were in his human form.

"I can't guarantee that I can," I tell him. "But… probably? I mean, I'm actually really horny, so that might be clouding my judgment, but if you're okay with the possibility that I won't be able to… sure."

"Alright," he says.