(Jamie)

I watch Max undress, then morph into his true form. My desire to penetrate doesn't change at all, so I think I can do this, despite his clear demonic nature.

"Stay," Max tells me as I start to sit up.

He walks over to me, his movements smooth and fluid, as graceful as any cat.

"I know you're still sore," he kneels over me. "So you stay as you are, and I'll ride you. If you feel up to taking control, we can switch positions, but this will be easiest on your sore body."

He pushes my pants down to my knees, allowing my dick to spring free, and it immediately rubs itself against his ass. He rubs his ass against it more, a small moan escaping my lips from feeling it between his cheeks.

The Demigod pushes my shirt up to my chest, grabbing my right breast with one hand while grabbing my dick with his other. I let out a soft moan from the touch as he guides it to his hole.

"Ah," he groans as he lowers himself down, his face tensing up.

It's so tight… wait, why isn't he using lube? Wouldn't that make it easier? Oh, that feels good. But it's so tight, and there's so much resistance. He groans again as he continues to lower himself, little by little, until I'm all the way in him. He moves the hand that was guiding to my chest, gripping my other breast.

"I feel so full," he gasps, closing his eyes. "This feels so good, Jamie."

So good, and so tight and warm.

He slowly begins lifting up, then lowering himself back down, running his hands across my chest as he begins to ride me. He begins picking up pace as I slide in him a little easier, his dick slapping my stomach with each bounce.

I move my hands to his stomach, rubbing his tight, firm abs, then slowly move them up to his breasts, grabbing his nipples and squeezing them.

"Ooooh," he moans. "Yeah, that feels good."

He moans again as he takes me all the way in, then starts to lift himself back up, and I raise my hips, shoving myself back in him and letting out a soft moan. That feels good. He stops moving himself up and down as I buck my hips up and down, thrusting myself all the way in, then most of the way out, and back.

"Stop," I stop fucking him, and he starts riding me again. "Stop," I smack his abs a few times, and he gives me a funny look. I gesture for him to get up. "Stop."

He stands, looking at me in confusion.

I pull myself to my feet.

"I want to plow you from behind," I look around, not sure why he looks confused. I gesture to a tree. "Go lean against that tree."

He still looks confused, looking at the tree I'm gesturing too, then back at me. I repeat myself, and his eyes widen, then he nods and goes to the tree, pushing against it with his hands.

I step behind him, then position myself and begin to enter him, eliciting a moan. He isn't as tight as the first time, but is still somewhat tight. His two catlike tails wrap around my waist, his third tail brushing against me, almost like it's wagging, as I push myself all the way in.

As I thrust in him, I rub my hands across his firm back, feeling his hard spikes. I move one hand to his head, rubbing a horn, and he moans, leaning his head back. I slide that hand down his neck and across his shoulder, feeling his muscular arm for a moment before moving my hand to his side, then around to his chest. I slide my other hand to his other breast and squeeze both nipples, eliciting more moans.

"Faster," he moans, and I pick up pace.

One of his tails rubs against my crack, and I gasp in shock. He rubs, but thankfully, doesn't begin to push. I grab onto a horn and a spike as I continue to pick up the pace, careful not to impale myself on his spikes, though I do bump them a few times.

Both of his catlike tails begin rubbing up my back as I draw nearer to my orgasm, then wrap around me tightly as his ass clenches my dick. I begin filling him with my cum, the two of us moaning in unison.

When I finish, his ass has already released me, and I step back, his tails loosening up, slipping off of me as I do.

Max stays where he is, breathing heavily as I do the same, struggling to stay standing, my body weak. My cum begins to leak out of his ass, and I realize that he shot his own load into the tree. Damn, that's a lot of cum.

Not as much as I make, though.

Unable to stay standing, I allow myself to collapse to the ground, barely able to keep myself in a sitting positing, propping myself up with my arms.

Max turns to face me, smiling, his swirls moving much more rapidly than before. I stare at him as he stares down at me.

"Your swirls," I realize. "They move in pace with your heartbeat?"

"Yeah," he sits facing me, but not against the tree. "My normal rate is much slower, when in my real form, than it would be for most Species, though I still have the warmth the rest of you do. That was amazing, though I'm a bit sore."

"Same here," I tell him. "Damn, that was the best cum I've ever had before."

"You shot a ton, too," he says. "Your loads felt massive in me, and did I count fourteen loads? Isn't normal, like, seven or eight?"

"Yeah," I finally fall backwards, feeling my eyes droop.

The next thing I'm aware, the sun's filtering through the leaves, and a naked Demon is lying on his side next to me, his head resting on my shoulder, an arm across my chest.

Looking at Max, I come to a decision and a conclusion.

The latter is that I definitely don't have an issue having sex with something that isn't human. That was amazing, and I definitely want to do it again.

Right now.

The former is that I'd like to be able to help Caleb get off, once we reunite. I have no doubt we will, considering he wants me. Max should be able to help me build up the sexual stamina needed to last for a Demon.

I stroke his horns. They're smooth and very warm, and he doesn't react to the touch at all. Perhaps the moans came from a sensitivity added during intercourse? I run my hand along his back, feeling his spikes, then remembering them slamming into my stomach.

I look down and find a long bruise on my stomach. Definitely from his tool slapping me. On a whim, I check my stats.

Name: Jamie Species: Human Sex: Male Total Level: 8 Age: 19 Public Title: None Class: Squire Health: 80/80 STR: 25 AGI: 18 INT: 13 VIT: 14 Mana: 60/60 END: 20 DEX: 11 WIS: 12 LCK: 10 Rating: White CON: 16 FLX: 11 PER: 12 LIF: 18

My END went up a point, my DEX by a point, and my VIT by two points, just like the messages in my vision show. I know I gained two Skills last night as well, Athletic Soreness Recovery and Anal Penetration.

I guess Limitless Adaptation determined that if I was having sex, it'd be necessary to recover from the soreness caused by the handstand.

The interesting part is that all three of my breathing-related Skills for above-ground breathing went up. Efficient Lungs, Extra Breaths, and Bigger Breaths all went up a single Level.

Was that Limitless Adaptation deciding that they should go up, or was I really being that short-breathed during sex?

Max shifts a little, and I become aware of his dick resting across my legs as it moves. I put a hand on his side and gently shake him. His eyes open, narrowed at me for a moment in anger before softening up.

"Oh, it's just you," he yawns, revealing his fangs. "Forgive my momentary crankiness, I am not accustomed to being woken, unless someone wants to lose their head."

And yet he didn't even attack when he saw me… is he really as heartless as he claims? Or does he not realize that he isn't? Or did he actually fall for me, and has yet to realize it?

"I'm not going for round two," I say. "Not right now, but I am hungry, and a fair bit thirsty."

My mouth feels dry.

"Makes sense," he says, then stands up and stretches, returning to his human form. "I'll go hunt something for us, and locate some water."

He turns and walks over to his clothes, and when he bends over, I see that the cum remained, regardless of the change in form. It's dried. I look down, and determine that I need cleaning. After he leaves, I try to find something to clean my own dick off with, but after finding nothing, just stay where I am. I can use some of the water he brings back.

Max returns, pulls out a couple of waterskins from his inventory, and tosses one to me. I wash my dick off, then drain the rest of the water from the first skin. He hands me a basket of berries as he starts the fire back up, beginning to cook some fish.

Once dry, I dress, then we eat breakfast and begin the journey to town. As we travel through the forest, we train for an hour at each meal. By the time we've left the forest, I feel quite a bit more powerful, and my stats reflect it, too.

Several of my physical stats have gone up, and several of my physical-based Skills. Martial Arts Mastery went from Level 5 to Level 7, Iron Grip went from Level 3 to Level 6, Efficient Lungs went Level 3 to Level 5, Extra Breaths went from Level 3 to Level 5, Tough Skin went from Level 5 to Level 8, Strong Punches went from Level 5 to Level 7, Threat Detection went from Level 1 to Level 4, and Athletic Soreness Recovery went from Level 1 to Level 4.

Outside of that, the only Skill to go up was Anal Penetration to Level 2.

However, I also acquired a Skill for Impact Resistance, probably because of how hard he punches. It currently sits at Level 3.

Adding onto the regular stat boosts, Martial Artist and Brawler both went up, Martial Artist by one Level, Brawler by two.

Max hits hard, and he hits fast. My body has to adapt, in both durability and in skill level, in order to preserve itself.

Now that we're on the open road, sex needs to stop, since he'll only do it in his real form, and the odds of being seen are higher. Plus, while I'm alright with doing it in the woods, doing it in the open fields is something I'm not too comfortable with.

"I've been thinking," I say on our second night in the fields, as we're both lying on the ground, staring up at the sky. "But why should we actually go to the city to stay in and train, if we can do it outside of the city, without risk of being scene or hurting others?"

"Simple," he answers. "When you're in a Dungeon, you gain a boost to stat gains and Skill Leveling. It isn't much noticeable, but it's enough that it's worth it to train in a Dungeon. In addition, it'll give you more practical experience in combat than simply training with the same person over and over, even if said person is capable of adapting to your needs, because he's that much more powerful, and can utilize far more styles than you, and thus, can constantly change himself. I can only take on the one form, so there are only two things you can fight against. In a Dungeon, there are a variety of them, with a variety of sizes and talents.

"The city we'll be traveling to," he continues. "Contains one of the most powerful Dungeons, which is also perfect for training those new to the System, such as newbies and those who just turned eighteen. The monsters in there range from incredibly weak, at a mere White Rank, to pretty powerful, at Yellow Rank. The Dungeon itself is divided into twelve Zones. In your current state, you could probably pass through the first two easily. You'd need to be Green Rank to be able to handle Zone 10 alone, and close to or at Blue Rank for Zones 11 and 12.

"They've actually," he continues. "Sectioned off certain parts of the Dungeon for training soldiers – a lot of nations do that with Dungeons with large open spaces, because of the boosts that training in them grants.

"We'll be able to use some parts of the Dungeon for ourselves as well," he says. "Not just for you training against the monsters, but I can handle my own against anything within there, which means that we can claim later areas for ourselves, as there will be few who go that deep. Father said no one's even cleared the Dungeon before. He won't tell me why, though."

But since he's a Black Rank Demigod, that doesn't matter much. Here's hoping he doesn't try pulling me into that situation, at least, not before I'm ready.

"Max," I stare at the moons. "There are six moons, right?"

"Yeah."

"And Vaefor," I continue. "One of the moons, is a god?"

"Yes."

"Are they all gods?"

"Yes."

"Are there gods outside of the moons?"

"No."

"So your father is a moon?"

"Itimar, the red one," he nods. "Though Father doesn't typically show himself, which is why he's concealed. All Demons can sense him, though, since he's their source."

"What are they the gods of?"

"Father," he says. "Is the God of Order and Chaos. I'm not sure what his Taboo is. Vaefor is the God of Youth, Love, Lust, and Males. His Taboo is… what the fuck was his Taboo again? I'll say it's unknown, but I feel like it's something stupidly obvious.

"Treivar, the golden moon," he continues. "Is the God of Life, Death, and Commerce. He absolutely hates desecrating or defiling the dead, especially if it's through necrophilia.

"Then there's Nouvu, the green moon," he says. "The final Special Moon that isn't always around. He's the God of Nature and Agriculture. His Taboo is dealing major, lasting damage to nature.

"Then you have the twins," he continues. "Reia and Koomo. The former is the God of Wisdom and Knowledge, and his Taboo is erasing knowledge from existence. The latter is the God of Freedom and Crafts, and his Taboo is enslavement."

"What's a Taboo?"

"Something the gods absolutely hate," he answers. "Try to find yourself never engaging in them. For the most part, they'll let small things slide, but anything major, and bam, you get hit with the Heretic Class. It becomes publicly visible, the only thing that can be seen, and has an innate quality of making Adventurers want to kill you. Any holy-type Adventurer would have a stronger urge, and it'd get stronger the higher their holy Classes are, as well as the more of them they have. In addition, certain holy Classes and other Classes would be able to sense your location and the need to kill you would remain."

So he doesn't know the Taboo of Vaefor, the one who brought me here, nor the Taboo of his own father? Are theirs not well-known, then? And how does he not know his own father's?

"Also," he says. "If you're wondering how I don't know my father's, it's because no one really knows it. I've asked him a few times, and he just shrugs. Sometimes, I doubt he even has one."

"And Vaefor?"

"No one has any clue," he snorts. "You'd think it'd be rape, but there are people – including, but not limited to Demons – who rape entire villages or nations, and get away with it."

Entire nations? What?

Max yawns, then tucks his arms under his head and closes his eyes. A moment later, I sense some sort of magic expand out from him.

New Skill! Magic Detection Passive You are able to sense the magics around you.

"What was that?" I ask.

"What was what?" Max looks at me, eyes open.

"That you just did," I ask. "I sensed it, and gained Magic Detection."

"I put up a Perimeter," he turns his head back to face the sky, closing his eyes once more. "I'm surprised you picked up on the placement of it, since you don't really have a high enough INT or WIS to obtain it naturally, and Limitless Adaptation wouldn't have determined it a necessity."

"I'm not sure why I got it," I shrug. "I wasn't trying to sense magic or anything, either."

"Hm," he thinks for a moment, then falls silent.

I look over at him, watching as his chest rises and falls rhythmically. He probably fell asleep.

Turning my gaze back to the sky, I focus on sensing the magics around me. Not much that I can sense, though. His Perimeter is just outside my range, so I can't sense that anymore, and judging by my limited ability from Level 1 of the Skill, there isn't anything else around with magical properties to it.

We have roughly five or six more days before we reach the city, and it looks like it'll be a smooth trip from here, unless something unexpected comes up.

Please don't let unexpected things pop up. I've been dealing with a lot of those this last year.