Master and Slaves

"...Then let’s begin, Muriel."

"Understood. Then first ..."

Muriel moved to Ilma’s side.

"I’m sorry to Lady Tzecilia, but I’d like to do Ilma first."

"That’s fine."

Tzecilia answered Muriel, who looked apologetic.

"Thank you."

Muriel bowed her head in thanks.

"I’ll let Master replenish Ilma’s magic power."

She began explaining to me.

"Replenish magic power?"

"Yes. Originally, my magic and life-force recovery amounts are much higher than those of normal humans. That’s why my daughters Helma and Ilma also have high magic and life-force recovery amounts."

"Magic and life-force recovery amounts?"

"Yes. Of course magic runs out when used, and then the body recovers it. That amount is called the recovery amount. The same applies to life-force."

"But does life-force get used at all?"

"During injury recovery and when catching a cold, yes."

"Ah, I see."

"However, the capacity of the container is the same as that of normal humans. If the container is full of magic or life-force, any additional magic or life-force will scatter away."

"Wait a second. The container refers to the soul container?"

"Um, there are three containers in living beings. The soul container, the magic container, and the life container. They exist in the body. Separately from the body there is a soul. When that soul enters the soul container, the being comes into being. But without something to hold it, the soul would eventually leave the soul container. What holds it is magic. The soul produces magic and stores it in the magic container. When the magic in the magic container runs out, the soul will fly out and wander. Next, the power that allows the body to function is life-force. The soul also produces this and stores it in the life container. When the life-force in the life container runs out, the body will rot and decay."

Muriel explained the three containers of living beings.

So this was the mechanism of living beings in this world.

Ah, but is this really accurate?

"Is that something someone has actually proven?"

"Proven ...?"

"Yes. No, I was just wondering if living beings really work that way."

"No, it’s only a guess. It’s from literature written long ago. Some experiments have also been done. For example, when life-force runs out the body rots, and when magic runs out the soul itself disappears. Other experiments include: pain increases life-force recovery, pleasure increases magic recovery. Also, women have much higher life-force and magic recovery than men. But women who have given birth have lower recovery, and the more children, the lower it becomes. Moreover, whether the hymen remains intact or sperm enters the body also changes the recovery amounts. Even after giving birth, if the hymen is still there the recovery drop is not that great."

Muriel spoke calmly.

Even after giving birth, if the hymen remains ... is that possible?

Speaking of which, I recall that Muriel was ...

Could the experiment be ...

"However, this child is different."

Muriel said that and looked at Ilma.

"This child was made from the beginning by mating with monsters and demonic beasts. There is far more magic in the Demon World than here. Therefore monsters, demonic beasts, magic herbs, and magic trees that live there have a lot of magic. Though they are not fully mastered. Because she mated with them, Ilma’s magic recovery amount is still much higher now that she cannot have children. Becoming Master’s Dule was another reason. I intend to use that to replenish Master’s magic power. However, the magic container is almost the same as a normal human’s. That is why I will do this."

After explaining, Muriel took something from the box placed behind her.

That box ... was brought from the basement of the ruined mansion where Ilma was captured.

When had they brought it here?

The time before preparations was long, so perhaps they brought it from the carriage?

The thing Muriel took out was the seed of a magic tree.

"What is that ...?"

"A magic tree that can store magic."

"...How do you use it?"

"I will grow it in Ilma’s uterus and store Ilma’s magic in it. Growing it only takes a few tens of minutes with Ilma’s recovery amount. After that, as long as there is magic, it can keep storing for thousands or tens of thousands of years in its current form."

"No, wait. If you do that, Ilma will ..."

"Ilma will not be harmed. This magic tree only absorbs the excess magic that would scatter, so we can secure the magic Ilma needs."

"No, that’s not what I’m saying ..."

"Master, I am fine."

Ilma, who had been quietly listening to me and Muriel’s exchange, cut in.

"No, of course not."

Calling it a magic tree, it must be a tree.

Planting something like that inside her body ... of course not.

"I read in the literature that many Te-Dules used to do this in the past."

"But ..."

"Master, please. Please, give me permission ..."

"Please, Master."

Muriel and Ilma bowed their heads.

Since the one involved herself said it was fine, it should be okay, but Ilma was still a child ...

Even Muriel, the mother, wanted to do it, but was it really safe?

However, I had already entrusted it to Muriel ...

"...Phew. As expected, you’re indecisive. You kept saying you’d leave everything to Muriel."

Tzecilia, sitting next to me, muttered.

"......Haa. Understood. Continue."

""Thank you very much.""

Muriel and Ilma bowed their heads once more.

"Then I’ll begin."

Muriel circled behind Ilma and squatted down.

Then she buried her right hand, gripping the magic-tree seed, into Ilma’s vagina.

"Nn ... nnn ..."

Ilma closed her eyes, enduring something.

Muriel’s fist slid in easily and continued smoothly to the depths, so it was not painful.

When the wrist was inside and it stopped entering further.

"Nn ... nnn ... anaah ... aah ..."

Ilma’s groans turned into lewd cries.

"Ilma, relax your strength a little more. My hand won’t reach the uterus."

"Y-yes, Mother ... aah!!"

Muriel’s hand suddenly thrust deep.

At the same time Ilma’s body trembled and she cried out.

"Just a little longer, so endure it."

"Aah ... ha ... yes ... moth ... ther ... aah ..."

Ilma answered, then immediately trembled again.

Muriel moved her arm slowly, sinking it deeper into Ilma’s hole.

Eventually it reached near the elbow.

"No, Mother, it hurts when it reaches there."

"I’ll bury it here. Just endure a little more."

Muriel spoke to Ilma from behind.

Meanwhile her arm moved in small increments.

Then ...

"Nn!"

"Hiiiiiieeeee!!!"

After Muriel’s short cry of effort, Ilma immediately let out a loud scream.

"That’s enough."

Muriel said that and slowly pulled her arm out.

"Goooood ... nku ... haa, haa, haaaahhhhh!! ..."

Throughout that time Ilma’s body trembled in small jerks, she panted, and let out loud cries repeatedly.

Muriel’s wrist came out, followed by her fist.

"Hyaauuaah!!"

When Muriel’s hand completely came out, Ilma’s body trembled most violently yet.

Ilma’s vagina was left wide open, with continuous love juice flowing from it.

The ground right below had become a puddle of Ilma’s love juice.

It had only taken a few minutes.

"That finishes the first one."

Muriel wiped Ilma’s love juice off her hand with a cloth and spoke to us.

"Next is this."

What Muriel took out of the box and showed us looked like a sea-urchin, sea-cucumber thing in a bottle.

"This is also a creature from the Demon World, a worm that lives there. It likes female body fluids, it seems. It likes any female fluids."

Muriel explained while opening the bottle lid.

"To obtain female body fluids, it approaches a female and settles inside. Then it brainwashes her to produce body fluids."

"Brainwashing ..."

"It keeps her at climax. It controls the body to make her masturbate, or heightens her senses, and so on."

"No, that’s ..."

"But as a Te-Dule, the body is not under her control so it’s fine. The soul for controlling the body has almost half its volume in Master’s soul container ... Even if it cannot dominate the host, this worm itself will keep giving Ilma pleasure. That way it creates its own food. And to survive it offers its body to the host."

"Offer?"

"Yes. It can shape and move itself to suit the host’s will. I plan to use this to give Ilma hands and feet."

To increase Ilma’s magic recovery, we give pleasure with this worm, and also make her into prosthetic limbs.

While explaining that to me, Muriel circled behind Ilma again.

Then she placed the thing that looked like a magic-caterpillar sea-urchin against Ilma’s anus.

Ilma was still trembling and climaxing.

Because of that, Ilma’s crotch was flooded with love juice.

When the magic worm was half-buried in the anus, it sent out tentacle-like things and began groping Ilma’s crotch.

"Nyaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

Ilma’s scream became even louder.

The magic worm slipped its main body inside the anus and sent out only a few tentacles to play with the vagina.

"Hii, no, hiiiiiiii!!"

The number of tentacles coming out from the anus increased, and most of them entered the vagina.

The remaining few curled up the labia, played with the urethral hole, and toyed with the abnormally long clitoris.

Every time Ilma moaned, she writhed her bound body and convulsed.

The love juice that overflowed from the vagina, the intestinal fluid that flowed from the anus, and the tide that spurted from the urethral hole were all devoured by the magic worm.

Then the tentacles flattened and became flat surfaces, beginning to cover Ilma’s body.

Here and there, countless tiny tentacles wriggled beneath the flat tentacles.

"Higu, no, nyaaah, don’t move, hiii!!"

Ilma reached her many-th, no, dozens of-th climax.

After a while, her body was completely covered by tentacles.

It looked like a perverted armor.

Only the chest and crotch areas were transparent.

The stretched labia, huge breasts, and the shapes of the lengthened nipples and clitoris kept changing, and it was clear that they were being toyed with by the transparent tentacles.

And then Ilma’s stomach was slightly swollen.

Probably the magic-tree seed that had been put in the uterus was starting to grow.

"When Ilma feels pleasure, the magic worm gains food. At the same time Ilma’s magic recovery amount increases. ... Ilma will be left like this for a while. Once the magic tree and magic worm have grown and Ilma’s condition has calmed, we’ll move to the next stage."

...Is there still something to do?

Muriel hugged Ilma once, then moved to Helma’s side.

"Then next is Helma."

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[A/N: I had to remaster the Chapter for some changes. It is for the betterment of the story’s direction. Anyways, please consider voting the story with power stones or golden tickets if you can do so. Thanks for reading :D]