A Nascent Kaleidoscope
Chapter 619: + Salem Lewd

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Lewd warning ahead!

Skip over if you don't want to read.

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I admit, I hadn't really thought through more than this.

I had Salem in my arms, and now, I was standing in her bedroom. Suffice to say, my brain wasn't doing this thinking here.

Just going with it, I gently sat her on the bed.

She gave me the driest look I've ever seen. "You've become arrogant." She crossed her arms, turning her head away.

"Have I?" I smiled, slowly crawling up onto the bed overtop her. "I think it's your fault for seducing me." I stole another kiss.

It was adorable to see her faux annoyance even as she reciprocated. "You're a horny, lecherous man; if one of us even looked your way, you would claim 'seduction.'" She scoffed, breaking away. "Maybe if you stopped staring at my rear all the time, you would have clearer thoughts."

I let my hands slide down her sides, and I made sure to grab at her extraordinarily large behind. That is to say, and I could claim it as fact, she had the biggest butt out of all my girls.

Even Jinn confirmed it.

She shot me a glare, lacking any real heat, as I groped her without restraint.

"It's not just your amazing butt." I reassured her.

"Amazing, is it?" She snorted.

"It's seeing Salem's beautiful smile. It's seeing Salem happy. Seeing Salem having fun." I responded.

Her lips trembled a little, and very faintly there was the sprinkling of a blush.

"There is something wrong with you if you believe me… stepping on ants to be so attractive." She huffed again, slightly turning her head away. "Then again, you're not put off by my unsightly appearance."

"I think you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen in my life." I smiled warmly.

"And that's why you're a fool." She breathed out, the biting words still lacking any real heat. "People don't stare at me because I'm beautiful."

"Then it's their loss. A treasure that belongs to only me."

"I belong to you now, is that it!?"

"Yup, you're all mine."

"...you're an idiot." She didn't disagree. "If I couldn't feel the only trustworthy part of you pushing against my stomach, I would believe you were lying just to access my rear."

She didn't resist as I helped her get her heels off, tossing them to the side. "Well, I can't say that I don't want you to sit on my face." I said with full honesty.

She looked at me, nostrils flaring in faux rage. "I have killed many for far less! You dare say something so perverted to my face?" She sat up and grabbed my collar, throwing me to the bed. "You are in need of a much-deserved punishment."

Without hesitation, she grabbed at her own dress and pulled it off, seemingly even ripping parts of it.

She stood there in a lacy black bra and a matching pair of lacy black panties that seemed to struggle to contain her ample rear.

She turned slightly towards me. "Is this what you wanted to see, my 'huge ass'?" She said the last part sarcastically, but my cock twitched a little. "Do you think you're the first to covet it?"

A hand over hers moved to squeeze her own cheeks; there was a little ripple that went through her ass as it bounced slightly. "Do you think you deserve this Queen's posterior, hmm?"

"I – "

She hushed me. "You don't get to say any words; your punishment is just beginning." She looked at me deeply, her red eyes having a certain…menace to them.

And I was here for it.

She grabbed my shirt again and pulled it, ripping the buttons, but I couldn't care less at the moment. She slowly went down and grabbed at my belt, unfastening it before unceremoniously pulling my pants down.

My cock sprung free, greeting her happily as I lay there.

"And here it is, the source of your arrogance and confidence." She grabbed hold of my cock without hesitation, squeezing it firmly, just enough that it didn't hurt, but a hair's breath away as she continued to glare. "The reason you even dared approach me and whispered honeyed words and promises into my ear."

She lowered her head and took me into her mouth as she kept my gaze. I sucked in a cold breath initially but relaxed, still not saying a word as she clearly wanted to take control.

She was good, maybe ae…out of practice, but she immediately seemed to pick back up on any previous experience and bobbed her head with no less skill than many of my other girls.

The glare she shot me just made me twitch even harder.

The glare that kept my gaze as she nearly pulled off, then in a slow and methodical movement, she lowered herself as every inch of my cock began to disappear into her mouth and down her throat.

She didn't gag; she didn't even hesitate. She was firmly pressed all the way up to my groin, unmoving with her red eyes staring at mine. Beyond a few strained noises, she held it there as the seconds passed, her throat convulsing around me.

And holy shit, I felt it through my stomach. I was clutching at the bedsheets before she slowly pulled off, my cock falling out of her mouth.

She had a certain look, a mix of smugness and faux annoyance that just sent a shiver down my spine as she grabbed hold of my cock again, giving it several firm pumps.

Her hand moved with a purpose, squeezing my cock in all the right places, thoroughly stroking it with her same unwavering gaze.

I couldn't.

I don't know why, but it just hit all my weak spots. I didn't say it outright, but she could tell, but didn't stop as my cock throbbed in her grasp.

And a few moments later, I spurt out the first ropes of my cum across her face. She didn't even blink and continued milking everything from me. All of it continued to splatter across her pale skin with each of her firm pumps.

She gently released my cock and dabbed at the dripping seed on her face. "Hmph, still making a mess, unable to control yourself." She said 'disdainfully.' "You should feel honored; very few have had the privilege to release themselves in my presence, much less….onto my face."

This woman was going to ruin me. Even if I didn't have my stupid stamina, my cock would shoot back up as she said that with it all dripping down her face like that.

She reached back and unclipped her bra, dropping it to the floor.

Her chest wasn't the largest among my girls, but her breasts were perfect. There was a small hint of uneasiness that barely registered from her. I knew she was slightly self-conscious about her birthmarks, but I truthfully didn't care in the slightest.

"Stop staring so much; it's hardly the first time you've seen them." She huffed indignantly, using a small blip of magic to clean her face off. She then slowly climbed up onto the bed, grabbing hold of my cock again, giving it a few firm strokes. "This part of you needs to be put in its place. It arrogantly still stands up even after I debased myself like some wanton whore."

She adjusted herself so she was hovering over my lap, the tip of my cock barely brushing against her panties as she slowly and methodically rubbed against it.

There was that smug glare of hers again, looking at me for several moments before she pulled her panties to the side.

She didn't need any 'preparation' at all. If not for the fact that her panties were rather thick in certain places, they would have been all but dripping.

She caught my gaze, and her mask slipped slightly; that blush from earlier returned, perhaps a shade darker, as she snorted in annoyance.

Salem took my cock in hand again and adjusted it as she slowly lowered herself down.

She closed her eyes, and her breathing hitched as I pushed against her entrance. She didn't stop, going down a few more inches before pulling up and lowering herself down again.

I could see her legs tremble slightly, and she squeezed me tight with each movement.

I reached for one hand first, taking it in mine to help steady her. She opened her eyes, giving me another of her cute huffs, and grabbed my other hand too as I helped her.

"...It's been a long time." She whispered as she started moving a bit more steadily. Her confidence came back in full as she grunted, moving her hips a little more fluidly. "I am not the kind of woman who spreads my legs for mere pleasure!" She let out, the bed starting to rock a little.

With another fluid motion, she went all the way down.

"Hnng." She bit her lip, stifling an obvious moan. Her cheeks flushed more as she knew I noticed.

She clenched down tightly; in fact, she was extremely tight already. Every time she moved, it was like her insides refused to let go.

I interlocked my fingers with hers, and she started to get into a rhythm, lifting up and sitting back down, bouncing on top of my cock as the bed rocked.

She very clearly was biting her lip. ".....Mmm." She let one slip through, and then her eyes shot up as she sat all the way back down. "Ah!" A visible tremor running through her.

I didn't even need to say anything for her to glare at me, but she didn't stop.

"This despicable part of you—" Her hips moved much more aggressively. "—I'll make sure to thoroughly tame it!"

Her breathing got a bit more ragged, and she stiffened, her mouth opened ajar, and she fell all the way down onto my cock. "Ooooh." She let out a breathy moan, and her eyes glazed over briefly.

Salem just came.

Her lips trembled as she made eye contact with me again. Her face turned another shade of red, contrasting against her pale skin. "Shut up!" She spat out, despite me never saying a word. ".....I said it's been a very long time. It's not as if I've tended to have certain desires when alone all these years." She looked uncharacteristically vulnerable.

I just guided her down and kissed her again.

Her whole attitude was just a way for her to feel in control and confident.

"As long as you're satisfied." I whispered, hugging her close.

"Hmph." She harumphed, pushing her head closer to me. "You're going to be far too arrogant and smug now." She pulled off my cock, and I could feel her tremble as she did so. "You're still energetic." She pulled away, adjusting herself on the bed. "I will not leave you….unsatisfied."

She pulled her panties off completely, tossing them away, and she stuck her huge butt up into the air and laid her head down. "Come, claim the prize you seek." She grabbed her own cheeks and spread them for me.

I like to think I'm a compassionate lover, gentle when I need to, and I try my best not to be selfish.

But right at this moment, all of that went out the window.

My hands were already sunk into her ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them.

I could hear her hiss 'angrily,' but she didn't raise a word to admonish me.

I was pretty sure I could crush diamonds with how hard I was now.

"I'm sorry, Salem, I'm not going to be able to hold myself back."

"What do you—"

I cast the spell on her ass that Yasaka taught me before, and the effects were immediate.

"OoOh!?" She let out a confused noise mixed with a half moan.

I was already standing up on the bed and lining myself up against her rosebud. I could feel her tense, but I couldn't wait any longer, and I started to push inside.

"Y-you bastard!" She hissed, groaning and grunting into the sheets as I continued my assault.

"Ah? Ooooooooh!" She let out the loudest moan yet as I managed to get every inch of my cock buried in her ass.

I let out my own groan as I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her. It was unbelievably tight; her ass was clenching around me, and I felt like I was going to immediately cum even as I barely moved.

I grabbed hold of her hips and mindlessly just began thrusting. I couldn't help it; her ass was too good.

"You – ! Hng! Oh~!" She grunted and let out stifled moans as my cock buried itself to the hilt and pulled out with every movement. "Claim my ass, you bastard!" She hissed.

I pulled on her hips with every thrust, her ass jiggled every time I slammed against it, and I just sped up as I felt myself reaching my breaking point.

I slammed into her behind, pushing as deep as I could, and her head jerked up in a silent scream, and I began to pump her full of my seed.

I swung my hips a few more times; she grunted—more whined—as I finished cumming.

"Hnng….p-pull out of my ass…" She groaned, nearly collapsing onto the bed.

With heavy reluctance, I slowly pulled every inch of my cock out of her. Her cheeks had turned a shade of red from how much I had slammed into them.

And now my seed began to leak out of her unclosing hole.

We were both breathing hard now, and Salem nearly just flopped to the side.

She looked at me, then looked at my cock that was still hard.

Her nostrils flared, and she scowled deeply. Without a word, she turned onto her back and swung her legs back before using her hands to spread her rear again.

"Well, are you waiting for an invitation? Do not insult me by remaining eager while my rear is available to you." She delivered that cold contempt as her red eyes glared at me.

And I immediately went back in for the next round.

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Lewd over

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I woke up feeling refreshed.

As I normally do after spending the night with one of my girls.

I couldn't find the blanket; I think it disappeared at some point during the night. At one point, we sort of finished, and we were getting ready to go to sleep, but then little Wilhelm decided it wanted an encore.

These sheets are definitely going to need to get washed.

I couldn't help myself; I looked at Salem's magnificent behind and put a hand on it.

Mine.

This was now mine.

"Don't you dare start again." Salem grunted. "I can't even feel my rear right now. I don't know if I can even walk straight, you lecherous bastard." Salem grumbled from her pillow. She moved slightly and groaned. "I've never been this sore before; I hope you're happy." She hissed.

"More than you can imagine." I replied, my eyes never leaving her behind.

She grabbed a nearby pillow and started hitting me with it. "Out, get out! I need to shower, and my behind won't be able to handle you again so soon, and I know you wouldn't keep your hands to yourself!"

Fair, I wouldn't.

"Can I get a kiss goodbye at least?" I asked.

Her hitting stopped, and she turned over to meet my eyes. She pursed her lips and gave one of her cute huffs. She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me closer, kissing me abruptly. Though it did carry with it a certain affection, even as she immediately pushed me out of bed.

"Now, get out!" She scowled, trying to get out of bed herself, and her legs trembled as she tried to stand up, nearly falling over before she caught herself.

I admit, I really did a number on her.

No regrets, no apologies.

Though, realistically, I know she must have been feeling a lot of mixed emotions right now. Regret, I doubt, was one of them, but she had been alone for a very long time.

While she had acknowledged us as being together and even doing some lewd activities, it was the first time we had gone this far. So she probably just needed some time alone to gather her thoughts on everything.

I snuck up behind her, wrapping my arms around her stomach before she could protest and giving her another kiss on the cheek. "I just want you to know that my life is better with you in it."

I felt her relax a bit, and perhaps, there was even a glimpse of tenderness in her eyes. "You may return in a bit. I have unfinished business to take care of, so I will require your assistance."

I smiled and kissed her cheek one more time.

Then, I gave her butt a spank.

She let out a squawk, and I felt a burst of magic whiz past my head as I grabbed my clothes off the ground and quickly disappeared from her bedroom.

I just smiled as I jumped through a portal and started falling through the air.

I had let myself out rather high up, and I just let out a sigh of contentment.

There really was no better way to fix one's mood.

I hit a body of water rather aggressively, though with my constitution, it felt like the equivalent of hitting my knee on the desk by accident despite hitting the water after having fallen a few hundred feet.

Still, ow.

I floated back up to the surface, letting the sun hit my face, and I took out a bar of soap and started washing myself.

Seawater was not the best source of cleaning water, but I could just make up for it with magic. Honestly, I just needed to scrub the smell away, and then I would be good.

And it definitely woke me up properly.

There's nothing like taking a cold dip in the ocean.

I called out my ship and shot up onto the deck after I was done. Fishing out a towel, I made sure to dry myself off before using a bit of magic to finish it off.

And of course, I put on some clean clothes.

All refreshed!

I took out my platter of coffee supplies and had a cup of hot coffee in my hands moments later. I rarely take the time to appreciate how convenient magic really is. I don't even have to brew my coffee; it's always sitting in my storage, hot and ready to go.

There's nothing like watching the waves and drinking coffee in the morning.

I looked up at the sky, humming to myself. "Heimdal." I called out, knowing that the God of Asgard would immediately notice me upon calling his name. "If you wouldn't mind, when Jeanne wakes up, if she's not up already or at your convenience, can you tell her that Salem is going to be around? And that when she's ready to go home, she just has to give me a call?"

I wasn't expecting a response; it was just a way to word it politely.

"Thank you." I gave a casual wave to the air. Heimdal seemed like a nice guy; there was no reason not to be impolite. In fact…. I made another cup of coffee and sent it over through a portal. I intentionally do so as quickly as possible to not make his position awkward, considering Odin was all, 'And don't come back, blah blah.'

Technically, I didn't go back; I just tossed a mug of perfect coffee his way.

I stood up and stretched, looking out across the deck of my ship.

I originally came to this world for a couple of specific purposes. One was to obtain vibranium to smelt into my Greed sword so I could help it make its next step forward. I have the vibranium; the issue now is a furnace capable of smelting it.

The Sky Forge might be able to do that back in Skyrim. A backup might be the Goblins themselves. Their so-called goblin silver is no ignorable creation either. They might very well have their own ability to smelt Vibranium despite it being magically resistant.

So, that's basically one goal accomplished. The other goal was the Mystic Code I was going to craft that I kept putting off.

I took out each of my swords and put them on the deck.

Mirage.

Whisper.

Dawnbreaker.

Ascalon.

Greed.

Sword of Destruction.

I briefly thought about my Divine Sword too, but that would be an entirely different headache to make work.

I looked at my swords blankly for a few minutes, just admiring my treasures. My dragon instincts bubble to the surface at the most random of times.

Then, I took out the wooden sword that Meridia helped me create from the branch of the Fae Mother Tree.

It was brimming with life energies, and with Meridia's help, it had been elevated a level as well. It was a wonderful material to craft anything with, and any Magi back home would kill to acquire it.

I started by drawing a string of Runes across the flat of it. I hadn't set them in yet; it was more like…just tracing them on top to see how it would go.

I was somewhat mimicking the Runes I saw on Thor's Mjolnir. The distribution of power somehow even affected a divine being like Thor, able to bestow it upon someone else.

That was useful.

Granted, I only need part of the entire sequence, which was a trial in and of itself to pick out the useful pieces and still make it work.

I set it down and paced around it.

With a wave of my hand, the Runes dissipated, and I frowned, knowing that wouldn't work.

I was mentally going over hundreds of Rune sequences in my head, but I realized that all of them would fall short.

At the base of the Mystic Code—essentially a spell in physical form—it's an illusion.

In fact, it's extremely similar to Gradation Air. My thoughts fell onto a certain red-headed Magus kid from my inherited memories. Unfortunately, I don't have a Reality Marble to sustain being able to project things like Noble Phantasms.

However, the end result is very similar to what I want.

I hit my open palm with my other hand. "What if I create a false world within the sword?"

Hoh, it's certainly a thought. But how?

The immediate issue is the 'world' will try to crush it if I create a 'False World'. It doesn't even require the Unconscious will back home. Some things are fundamental parts of reality. It would be like a void in the eyes of the world, and the world despises voids and does its best to fill them immediately, often to the detriment of anything around it.

The Kabbalah.

The Four Cardinal Directions.

I took out the Spear, eyeing it. I gave it a little flick. "I need your help, if you can hear me. Just give me the tiniest bit of juice to help me set this in."

I didn't wait for it to respond, but on the back of the sword, I began to carve in the symbols for the Four Angels that represented the four Cardinal Directions. I couldn't very well wield Holy Power normally, so actualizing this bit was a bit more difficult.

I noticed the Spear reacted; that's good.

The Four Archangel symbols lit up.

Then, on the other side, I carved in the Four Divine Beasts that represented the Four Directions in Eastern Philosophy, however, I reversed them.

This part was much easier for me to do, I was fairly skilled in Onmyōji.

Right as it stands now, this thing is volatile. The two contradictory concepts would go haywire if they were actualized. Combined with the life energy inside this thing, it would turn into a rather impressive bomb.

Now was the harder part.

Very carefully, and with a prick of my finger, I began to write the Primordial Rune of 'World' onto the sword.

Technically, that's not what the Primordial Rune meant, but it didn't translate perfectly to human languages. Primordial Runes were difficult to utilize; it's why I always relegated them to a supportive role in everything else. However, their power and ability could never be underestimated.

Just a simple actualization of one could have profound effects. Like when I utilized the Primordial Rune of Truth fighting against Aizen. That was the most simplistic and blunt use of it, yet it was still extremely powerful.

Primordial Runes were cheats, in a way. They were like back doors to certain concepts ingrained in reality.

With the Primordial Rune set, I then began to write the correct Runic Sequence. It would connect everything and essentially map the spell and Mystic Code to the parameters that I wanted.

To copy and distribute. To make illusionary into the real. To duplicate many times over.

It must have taken me over an hour. And I had sweat dripping down my brow as I finished connecting the hundreds of Runes that now covered this thing.

Frankly, I don't know if it could even be called a Mystic Code. It was more literally the physical embodiment of a spell rather than a magical item.

Still, I think it was ready to test.

I picked up Mirage, and held it in one hand and the wooden sword in the other.

I threw out Mirage, then I threw out the wood sword. "Ether –" I was about the chant the full spell until something unintentional happened.

I may have made a small mistake.

The wooden sword fell into the water and began to sink.

I essentially just tossed it into the water.

I forgot to refine it properly so I could mentally control it like my other swords.

The realization of what just happened dawned on me fully after a few moments. That and I heard Ddraig start laughing at me from inside my soul.

"Fuck!" I quickly jumped into the water to swim after it.

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I jumped back up onto the boat, soaked, but now holding my wooden sword again.

It was wet.

I was wet.

And cold now.

I quickly took out the enchanting table that I had used on all my other weapons and sat the wooden sword down. With a bit of my blood, I began the process of binding it to me properly. It wasn't particularly difficult, just annoying, all things considered.

Shit, after doing this like 10 times, I could be called an expert.

There was no magic timer that dinged to let me know it was done. I just about got a mental grasp of it and flicked my fingers up, and it listened.

Alright, let's try this again.

Mirage was thrown up, and I tossed up the wooden sword too.

"Ethereal Armory—Mirage." The two sides of the wooden sword roared to life. Two mystical concepts indicating the four directions converged and ground against one another. The two contradictions produced an anomaly—a paradox. North was South, and East was West.

The Primordial Rune actualized, and the runes across the blade further ignited.

A small world was created, contained, and hidden within it.

Mirage crossed over the Wood Sword, and a thousand lights shimmered around me and burst into existence.

A thousand copies of Mirage appeared in the sky.

Every single one of them is a near-perfect copy, bar the power of their existence. That, and I noticed the Eye of Magnus wasn't present except in a…facsimile that lacked the true existence of the absurd object. Basically a hollow copy, a true hollow copy even when compared to the fact that they were illusions.

Each of the copies, I couldn't even say they had ten percent of the original's power.

An illusion, that's all they were. Basically a solid illusion.

By tricking the world through a paradox and turning the wooden sword into a small fake world, Mirage could be replicated inside of it without running into the normal snags.

My excitement died down because I felt an extreme wave of exhaustion hit me all at once.

Note to self, copying one of my swords consumes a lot of energy, not just Magical Energy.

I had to let out a breath and steady myself because the sudden drain nearly made me fall over.

I would need to test my other swords, but as it stands, this was pretty damn good. It was a great way to increase the power of my swords.

Quantity can do things that quality can't sometimes.

I raised a finger to the sky, and all the copies of Mirage jerked and turned at my command, and they pointed upwards.

At the same time, they all fired a very, very weak Ether Cannon.

A barrage of rainbow lights shot upwards, and I grinned like an idiot.

I intentionally made the shots weaker there; I didn't want to cause too big of a commotion. Still, at their best, they can't even generate a fifth of the same amount of Magical Energy that my real Mirage can when pulling from parallel worlds to cast Ether Cannon.

However, a thousand of them firing off at once has its own merit.

Now, I just need to find some things to kill.

That train of thought was put on pause because I felt my Kaleidophone buzzing in my storage. I quickly took it out to see I had a new message, and I felt a wave of happiness surge up.

Yasaka and they finally were back home.

I could put the testing on hiatus for now because I missed them all and wasted no time heading back home.

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A/N

Wilhelm completes the Wooden Sword; basically, it copies one of his other swords a thousand times or so. Each one is significantly weaker than the original, but there's a certain merit to having a shit ton of them at once.

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