Spire of Blood: A Cultivation Gamelit Adventure (Spellheart Book 7), page 14
My cum sprayed forth, inflating Yorik’s womb with its intensity and pressure. The Whitewood elves at my shins perked up at the sound. This was just the sort of climax that had taken out the roof the last time I was here, but luckily Yorik was here to save the manor.
When I judged Yorik could take no more, I pulled myself out of her. My cock continued to spray seed in all directions, and I gripped it like holding a hose as I directed it around the room. By now the pressure of the explosion had eased somewhat, and I decreased that pressure still by increasing the amount of volume I allowed to flow forth from the tip of my cock.
When the forces were weak enough that I deemed them safe, I pointed my cock at the eager Whitewood elves crawling along on their elbows and knees and sprayed them all down with a healthy fountain of cum.
The Whitewood elves jumped for joy at the special treat that would help them cultivate. Their whole clan would be more useful to me the stronger they got, so I was happy to help them with as much of this particular cultivation aid as they needed.
Yavilla crawled over to one of her mage acolytes and eagerly began lapping the cum off of the mage acolyte’s hindquarters. Meanwhile, several more Whitewood elves approached their matriarch to do the same.
The Whitewood Clan cleaned each other with amazing speed and efficiency, and soon they were doing the same with the rest of the room. They polished the chamber clean with their tongues, which Yorik noted was an advanced technique not many thralls had mastered.
“I suppose I’m better at some aspects of thrall training than others,” I chuckled as I patted Yorik’s inflated stomach. I sat back on my throne to let the Whitewood matriarchs clean me as well. Tavilla and Yavilla crawled between Yorik’s spread thighs to lap my cum out of her dripping womb. I held Yorik’s hand and the two of us hashed out the details of my invasion plans for disabling the Auqualian Trade Union while our thralls prepared us for a second round.
Chapter 15
The ships were ready in the blink of an eye. Between all the planning, construction, and bedroom activities, I got a bit of cultivation done. I could feel myself approaching the mid-wizard realm. I knew I’d breakthrough this time if only I had another bout of inspiration. I searched for the feelings I had the last time I’d tried and failed, but couldn’t conjure them up again.
I was getting closer to Silver Marrow as well, though that was an arduous process, too. I didn’t want to initiate the delicate manipulations of zeal required to break through to the next level of the World Titan Fiendbody just yet, but that time would come soon.
Yorik had all the orcs she’d gathered for my second horde to meet us just outside the city, where the Whitewood and Moonbow Clans had constructed the ships we would use to cross the Myriad Monsters Sea.
“To the west of here lies a series of islands,” I shouted to the gathering crowd of orcs, “where elves grow fat and wealthy managing trade lanes and selling spellhearts from the powerful monsters in the surrounding sea. They rely on those same fearsome beasts for their own protection, and an outside force has not attacked their islands in a thousand years!”
I knew I had captured the orc’s attention with that pronouncement. An unassailable series of island fortresses? A nation of arrogant and wealthy elves who thought they couldn’t be attacked? Teaching such lofty and proud elf women to embrace orcish conquerors stirred the hearts of orc men and women alike.
“Until recently, the Auqualian Trade Union was made of feuding island-nations.” I continued. “But in recent days, one among their number rose to the sorcerer realm and declared herself the sovereign ruler of the isles!”
A few hushed whispers ran through the crowd. Few orcs knew what an elven sorcerer meant, but those that did knew to fear them.
“And she was so confident in her island’s defenses she brought all her most powerful underlings north of here to Deania, leaving her home, her wealth, and her many beautiful daughters completely unprotected!”
A cheer rose among the orcs at my words.
“Who will join me in this raid!?” I demanded of the crowd.
“Chief Blackgorge!”
“We march with you!”
“We’ll take these islands in your name, Chief Blackgorge!”
I turned to Yorik, who nodded in approval. This horde was ready to move.
Yorik cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, “March!”
The orcs picked up the boats the Whitewood Clan made. They were large ships, each nearly fifty meters from stem to stern. There were two hundred ships of that size, and I still feared we wouldn’t have enough.
The Whitewood and Moonbow Clans had truly grown a lot of them over the past few days but transporting a horde of a hundred and fifty thousand was a tall order. We’d have to pack over seven hundred orcs on each ship, which would leave the decks somewhat crowded. But these orcs were a tough lot, and with no sails, we’d need that many bodies to row our way to the islands.
We carried the boats on our shoulders, spreading the immense weight of the ships among a hundred orcs at a time. Even carrying such burdens, we maintained a light jog as we made our way to the coast. The lands we traveled through had been conquered by orcs long ago, so we met with no trouble during our journey. We even ran into a few minor bands of orcs who hoped to join our horde, and I welcomed them to the fold.
Soon we were setting the keels of our ships in the waters of the Myriad Monsters Sea, which I’d never had the chance to see before.
The sea was vast, with a salty air to it and a slight green tinge to the water. The shores were littered with seaweed and clams, with shells as big around as my head. Giant crabs stalked the beaches, some as strong as mage acolytes or even true mages. They scurried out of the way of our approaching horde, and we dipped our ankles in the ocean as we pushed each ship in our orcish fleet into the water.
“All aboard!” I yelled as I jumped clean out of the water and onto the deck of a nearby ship.
Yorik followed my leap shortly thereafter, and several Bronze realm orcs could make the jump as well. Most of the horde had to resort to using the ropes to climb their way up, and they swiftly spread out over the ships. I used my flying sword to carry Yorik around and help us manage every fleet.
The orcs who were least afraid of flying did the same. Each ship had three decks, and two of them would be used for rowing. With most of our supplies stored in bags of holding or coming from the Hearthwood, we needed little storage space. That saved a lot of room aboard the ships, but orcs were large and liked to spar in their free time, so the ships were quite cramped.
The Blackgorge Tribe’s little chunk of the World of Struggle and Strife was mostly covered in desert and plains, so they weren’t very adept at ship craft. But while the world of Struggle and Strife was drier than the World of Sanctuary and Serenity, there were still enough oceans that I had some experienced sailors among my horde.
Yorik quickly identified them and put them in command of the various ships. When we were finally organized and underway, we made remarkable speed. With so many orcs at the oars, every ship sliced through the water as though there was an engine behind us. Magically enhanced orc muscle was nothing to scoff at, and we plowed through the waves, laughing at a stiff headwind all the while.
The first day passed without incident, but this was still the Myriad Monsters Sea. We’d be fools to sail through it without expecting trouble of one sort of another.
And so trouble came just past the setting of the last of the suns in the sky. When the world grew dark, I saw something dark and malevolent pass beneath the ship I stood upon while Yorik bellowed orders and resolved a fight over sleeping space.
“Heads up!” I bellowed. “Looks like we have a nighttime visitor!”
Much of the fleet was catching some shut-eye, but most of the Bronze realm orcs were wide awake. Like me, they needed far less sleep than their lower-cultivation kin, and they’d rather stay on their feet than sleep on the crowded deck of a swaying ship.
My warning came just in time. An instant after I shouted for everyone’s attention, a giant tendril shot out of the water and latched onto the side of the ship.
“Kraken!” an orc shouted as he recognized the tendril, which was as large around as an orc’s entire body.
Lesser Sea Kraken (Late True Mage, Level 29)
The monster was strong, but not nearly strong enough to stop a fleet like this. In an instant, three Bronze realm orcs fell upon the tendril and started hacking at it with axes and swords. The slippery sea monster’s appendage was covered in thick skin as tough as armor, but the orc blades were sharp and swung by brawny arms. They quickly hacked off the limb where it was hooked on the side of the ship, and I flew down to investigate.
“Looks like we took care of this one saving no glory for you, Chief Blackgorge.” The Bronze realm orc who’d done the most cutting to sever the limb apologized to me as he hauled the appendage over the ship’s railings. “And I’m afraid we didn’t get nearly enough of it to feed the crew.”
“I wouldn’t count on that,” I said as another three tentacles rose out of the water to latch on to either side of the ship.
Here in the ocean, there was a lot of water zeal, but the earth was far distant from me. My earth spells would be difficult to cast here, and a pure earth cultivator might even be helpless on the sea.
Thankfully, I had plenty of other tricks up my sleeve. I opened my Dimensional Storage and withdrew a dozen Sword Storm blades. They flew down into the water below, slicing through the monster, trying to wrap itself around the ship and bite a hole in our hull.
The surface of the water tremored with what must have been a monstrous cry of pain. When my blades surfaced again, they were covered with inky black blood.
Enemy slain! +400 points.
The orcs hauled on the appendages still hooked into the sides of the ship and hauled the dead creature out of the water. It was big enough it covered half a deck on its own, though out of the water its own weight squished it flat upon the seamless wooden boards.
“Looks like meat’s back on the menu!” An orc shouted gleefully as he hacked a chunk off the slain monster.
“They don’t like the food from the Hearthwood?” I asked, holding a hand over my heart. A lot of that food had come from the Hydroponic Farm. It was nutritious, filled with zeal, and very healthy. The elves couldn’t get enough of the stuff, and Sava’s magically enhanced strawberries were quickly becoming a highly valuable treat for any elf who could afford one.
Yorik gave me an apologetic smile. “That’s the food our food eats.”
I sighed. But if the orcs wanted sea monster calamari, then they were welcome to it. Many other ships in the fleet looked on in envy at the feast that awaited their comrades, and a few were already trying to jump overboard and swim to the ship with meat on it.
Suddenly, I felt a bad premonition needling at my gut. I looked down and thought I saw a shadow flicker beneath the waves. I looked down to catch a better glimpse of whatever was down there, but the water only seemed slightly darker than usual.
I almost dismissed the feeling in my gut then, but something told me to look deeper. I examined the water below me, and something popped up before my eyes.
Greater Sea Kraken (Late Wizard, Level 39)
That Lesser Kraken’s dying scream hadn’t been one of pain. It had been a cry for help!
“To arms!” I yelled. “Everyone, back on the ship! Big monster coming through!”
My warning came too late for those orcs who’d jumped into the water and started swimming. Something massive with hooked tentacles reached out of the water and clawed at the helpless orcs. They barely had a moment to gasp in surprise when the monster dragged them beneath the surface to its ravenous maw below.
An instant later, a hundred tentacles shout out of the water, reaching for each of the ships and gripping the hulls as the Kraken below tilted and rocked each ship in an attempt to capsize my entire fleet.
“Bladed weapons out!” Yorik commanded. “Cut those tentacles!”
No orc needed a second order to take out their weapons. They immediately bared their blades and began hacking at the tentacles attacking them.
This Kraken had to be a hundred times larger than the one I’d just killed, and it was that much more powerful as well. I was the only body cultivator in my fleet with the strength to match a monster like this, so I needed to deal with it. I’d need to deal with it before it wiped out my fleet, or I’d be assaulting the Auqualian Trade Union on my own.
“Yorik, take the controls,” I said as I jumped off my flying sword. I used my Dimensional Storage to take in a massive gulp of air, thinking what worked in outer space should also work underwater.
I dove beneath the waves and opened my eyes in the salty brine beneath the waves. The water was murky, and I couldn’t see a thing with my ordinary vision. But now that my mage sight had been upgraded to spirit sight, my senses pierced the waves in a way that was more than physical. I soon found the monster beneath the waves. An instant later, I realized it had already found me.
Twelve tentacles wormed through the water towards me, and I drew Spell Eater. I feared donning my Everlasting Jade armor would sink me to the bottom of the sea, and I had little practice fighting while swimming.
My supernatural strength worked against me as I paddled beneath the waves. My hands and legs moved so fast and with such strength that they created little empty pockets in the water that sucked me back as fast as I was paddling myself forward. I realized that phenomenon alone could be a weapon, though.
As the first tentacle came at me, I swept Spell Eater in its wake. My weapon forced the water out of the way with such speed and strength the cavitation sent shock waves running through the ocean. That confused whatever senses the greater Kraken was using to hunt me down, and I pulled my Sword Storm blades back out of my Dimensional Storage.
They shot through the water, churning it as they flew. I found it easier to maneuver myself the same way I did in space by manipulating my position using the Sword Storm blades. I tugged myself along on invisible tethers and pulled myself through the water. Using the air from my Dimensional Storage, I took another breath as I approached the monster itself.
A massive black eye stared at me, narrowed into a glare as it met my resolute gaze. I tugged myself forward as fast as I could and jammed Spell Eater’s tip into that massive unblinking eye.
Clear fluid dripped out of the wound, and Spell Eater quickly began sucking the zeal out of the monster’s body. The Kraken wriggled itself and sent tentacles in my direction to bat me away from its wounded eye, but I sent my Sword Storm blades to cut them down.
My blades met with the Kraken's tentacles. They cut long gashes along the Kraken's skin, piercing its flesh down the length of its body. But unlike before, my blades could not cut clean through the monster’s flesh. They could only score deep lines along its surface, cutting tiny furrows into its massive body.
On something as huge as this monster, what I was doing now was scarcely more than a few paper cuts. I would need to get my own hands dirty.
The tentacles reached for me, and I stretched out my hands. I wasn’t very maneuverable floating underwater like this, so I wouldn’t have been able to avoid the tentacles, anyway. I grabbed the one that reached me first with my hands. The suckers attached themselves to my body, and razor-sharp claws popped out of them, pawing for purchase on my skin.
I cast Return to Dust and Corrosive Touch on myself hoping to burn the limb right off me, but to my surprise, the sea monster proved to be remarkably resilient to the magical aspect of these attacks, and the sheer thickness of its massive body meant I’d have to stay in contact for a long time for Return to Dust to kill the beast.
While I tested my spells, the monster clawed at my body. My hide was tougher than the monsters, though, and it would need to do far more than that to scratch my skin. Spell Eater was still impaled in the monster’s eye, so I pulled a long and thin Sword Storm blade out of my Dimensional Storage. This one was sharp, and I thought I’d gone a little overboard with my new grinding wheel.
I was thankful for that extra effort now, though. I swung my blade down below my feet and cut through the tentacle there. Even with my tremendous strength, I couldn’t hack through the giant limb in one swing. But I was just as fast as I was strong, and I sawed back and forth with my blade, hacking through flesh like I was trying to cut down a tree.
In seconds, I’d drawn the length of the blade back and forth across the monster’s flesh over ten thousand times, slicing through the monstrous limb.
The Kraken had no shortage of tentacles though, and it would take me longer than I could afford to cut through all of them myself. I needed to hit something more important.
I cast Might of a Giant to enlarge myself. There was no need to continue giving this sea monster the size advantage now that I was no longer trying to slip out of its grasp. Dark mist poured out of my skin into the surrounding water, taking the form of a massive humanoid body.
In seconds, I grew to a gargantuan size, though the greater Kraken still dwarfed me with its enormous body. I was big enough now though that I could wrap my hands around its tentacles and really wrestle the creature into submission.
My larger hands cast Corrosive Touch and Return to Dust with greater effectiveness, but as I struggled to kill the monster that way, I watched six of my ships capsize under the greater Kraken's pawing limbs. It was sinking one vessel after another with every tentacle I wasn’t occupying. This thing could still sink my fleet, even if it was missing an eye and several limbs.
I tried using my petrification ability, but I’d already butchered its forward-facing eye, and the sheer quantity of water zeal around me interfered with the spell. I used Layered Durability to contain those grasping appendages like casting a net over the monster. That would buy my orcs a little time to get their ships to safety, but the spell was weak spread over such a tremendous distance.
