Chapter 1 - Part I
28 years after the death of Himmel the Hero
in the village of Leiffein, to the south of Graf Granat's domain
For being such a twerp, this elf ate like a pig. And who in their right mind eats such ludicrously large pancakes so close to sundown, anyway? Everything about that mage angered the purple-haired demon… yet there she was, sitting to the other end of the circular table Frieren had elected to sit at.
'...You're sure you don't want to eat anything? Don't let the building's shabby look fool you: the food here is quite exquisite.'
She would never settle for food prepared by humans, who did she think she was?! Of course, that was easier thought than said, considering her current and complete state of submission to that infernal little woman. Aura allowed her lips to pucker into a disdainful frown, one that seemed to leave Frieren as cold as most everything else.
'No thank you… I ate a couple of humans just before our confrontation, you see, I'll be fine for a little while.' the demoness bragged, rubbing in her past kills just about the only thing she could do to save her ego at this point.
'Hmm… Your loss.' the pig-tailed elf absentmindedly shrugged before wolfing down another enormous bite of pancake.
Unbelievable. This girl was as gluttonous as she was powerful… Indeed, thanks to their most recent bout, even she, one of the Seven Sages of Destruction, had met with the most humiliating of defeats, leaving her able to do little more than scowl in the direction of their duel's undisputed victor, a murderous aura that the latter was of course aware of.
'...You weren't glaring quite that much when you were begging for your life earlier.' the white-haired girl sighed, still more interested in her syrup-covered dessert than the demon that had taken hundreds of lives sitting across from her.
'Tch… T-That was survival instincts kicking in, of course… If not for that, I bet you'd have had me cut my own head off or some such…!' Aura insisted, bringing a pompous hand to her chest as she tried to excuse her actions.
'Doesn't make it any less pathetic.'
Unable to reply with much of anything, the only sort of response she would have wished to offer being violence, Aura crossed her arms against her boulder-sized breasts and turned her head away with a pout, her skulking hardly having an effect on her Elven archenemy. A single miscalculation and she'd become prey to her own magic's effect, her very own Auserlese spell making her into a clockwork servant of whoever possessed greater magic energy when she used the spell, a hex she normally wielded to make herself an army of nigh immortal slaves but which had unfortunately been turned around on her.
'Mmm, delicious… Well, we'll be going then.' Frieren announced, hopping off her chair after finally finishing up her third helping of double-inch thick pancakes.
'Finally… S-So, where to…?' Aura asked, motioning to get up as well.
'...You're not coming. Few are those that are still alive who could recognize us both but there's no way I'd let Aura the Guillotine accompany me on my journey.'
Though she'd gotten up as well, the unholy light-mauve-haired girl nearly tripped in surprise as she did, eyeballing the mage to spot a hint of mockery, though she didn't know the millennia-old elf to be much of a jokester.
'Uhh… So what is it you expect me to do, exactly…?' she asked, briefly wondering if she'd simply been led around by her new Mistress as an extra humiliation only to be unceremoniously killed just after.
'You'll be living here. It's a small fishing village, no more than 300 inhabitants, I'm sure you'll be fine.'
'...Y-You must be joking. You want me to live among humans?! You cannot be this moronic, the first thing I'll do once you're out of my hair is ki-'
'I forbid you from killing any humans. I forbid you from physically or psychologically harming any humans. In fact, I forbid you from breaking the law in this village and I forbid you from leaving the limits of the village altogether. If you break any of those rules, kill yourself.'
A sudden flash lit into Aura's eyes, like the memory of a nightmare: she was just about to slice her own head off when, to her surprise, Frieren the Slayer had heeded her pleas and offered her mercy. While she had deemed the elf to be the biggest of fools at first, the hourglass-bodied demon stammered in confusion, her eyes widened in renewed panic at the many conditions she was now required to respect on a nigh spiritual level.
'H-Hold on… You can't be s-serious… If I can't eat humans, I won't be able to replenish my Mana…! We don't devour humans just for fun, you know; delicious as they may be, it's mainly how we restore and increase our magic reserves…!'
'Do you honestly not see how disgusting that is though…?' the elf replied, a dash of disappointment hidden behind her otherwise disinterested tone.
Hmm… No? Outside of the general hassle of having to deal with people like her, people that somehow didn't understand that proving your strength and superiority was all that mattered in life, then there really was no downside to devouring humans.
She knew that offering such an answer would only provide the Slayer with a reason to add another kill to her already legendary record though, so she made sure to keep those thoughts to herself… not that Frieren was easy to fool, the monotone-voiced girl merely sighing after crossing eyes with her.
'...The only reason I'm letting you live at all is because I know how absolute Auserlese is. You're not going to kill anyone, you're most likely never even going to fight ever again, so you won't be needing magic anyway. Get used to it. Just… Obey whatever orders the people in the village give, I'm sure you'll do alright.'
And, with a delivery that seemed like little more than an afterthought for the elf but hit like a bombshell for the demon, the white-clad girl finished the twirl towards the exit she had initiated and showed herself out, leaving the Sage of Destruction completely baffled, stunned, paralyzed.
Left alone in a tavern populated with barely a handful of patrons in a village populated by barely a handful of potential victims, Aura fell back to her chair, shaking in equal parts relief to have had her life spared and anger towards the very same woman that had taken pity on her.
In truth, she had expected Frieren to use her as an immortal warrior in much the same way she herself used her enslaved victims. Enemies though they may have been, surely even a headstrong thing like that elf recognized her wealth of magical energy and would make good use of her in battle, even as little more than a meat shield.
Her plan, in that case, would have been to accompany her in her travels and build back her magical energy until, one day, she may be able to challenge that 5 feet tall elf again and actually win their Mana bout this time. Her plan would never come to fruition if she were stuck in this minuscule village, however, most especially if she was not allowed to devour any humans and-
'Hmm…? Your friend left?'
With a slight hop, the Sage of Destruction was ripped away from her thoughts, turning her head towards the new voice that had reached her ears: a tall, burly man was at the side of the table, the same one that had brought the elf her requested meal. He was a large fellow, the sort she would have gladly added to her army of undead warriors… if she still possessed such an army, that is.
'Please. That girl is not my friend; one could argue that she is my mortal enemy, in fact. Do not make such a mistake again.' Aura bitterly replied, thinning her lips into a pout to show how absolute her statement was.
'Erm, sure… sorry? Anyway, I guess you'll be footing the bill, then?'
Again, Aura turned her head towards the man, trading her vexation for simple confusion.
'Footing the bill? What does that mean? Do not speak in riddles to a Sage of Destruction, human, you tread on dangerous grounds.' the haughty girl replied, happy to realize that, short of being able to physically attack anyone, she could at least spit out a few threats without facing consequences.
'...The money for the meal. You'll be paying for her food, right?'
Another silence, one the horned girl spent glaring at the tavern's owner with a squint of doubt, as if she was trying to figure out if the man simply spoke some foreign language she was unfamiliar with or if she'd perhaps just misheard him until she finally thought of the answer on her own.
'Oh! Money, yes. I have no such thing. In truth I have always thought it amusing that you humans would exchange goods and services for this currency nonsense instead of just taking what you want. I assume that elf had some money but she is long gone and, to be quite honest, I hope our paths won't cross again for the foreseeable future.' a suddenly talkative Aura declared, a small, gibelike smirk coloring her lips as she mocked the very concept of money.
'So who's gonna pay for the food that elf ate, then…?' the tall man asked after letting out the lengthy sigh of a man disillusioned with the service industry.
'Do not look to me for that, I suppose you will have to take the loss. Wise and powerful as I may be, I've not even two bronze coins to rub together, as I believe one of your people's sayings goes.' she shrugged, rather proud to flaunt her knowledge of human idioms.
To her surprise, or perhaps even her shock, the man latched on to her arm, his firm grip holding her in place despite the fact she was far too proud to attempt an escape from a mere human. He was strong, perhaps a former warrior that had retired into a peaceful village after the war with Demon Lord? If not for her depleted Mana, she would have turned that man to ash for daring to touch her… Ah, but she probably wouldn't be able to anyway because of that accursed elf's orders, really.
'Listen kid, I don't know what you're trying to pull here but eating without paying is a crime. This might not be a big place but we've got laws in this village too.'
'W-Wait… A c-crime…?'
Her mind had already formulated a reply presenting the fact that she cared nothing for human laws and that, besides that, it was Frieren that had devoured his food without paying and she surely couldn't be held accountable for that… but her body had different plans.
Kill yourself
With her available hand, the demon girl yanked the nearest kitchen knife off the table and almost immediately directed its finely sharpened edge towards her very own neck, her fingers trembling so heavily as to thud the opposite end of the knife against the wooden table below.
'H-Huhh…?!' she babbled, her eyes widening in fear as she felt all control of her arm wrestled away from her.
'Hey, w-what're you…?!' the tavern-keeper asked, recoiling by a few steps in fear that this far shorter girl would attempt something so stupid over paying for a meal.
Aura couldn't pay attention to the business-owner's fright, too busy fighting against her own muscles, nerves and energy as she did everything she could to keep her hand from stabbing her own throat, her self-harm so impending that she grabbed on to her enemy wrist with her other hand to keep it from gaining any more ground toward her flesh.
'A-Ahh… Stop t-that, I'll… I'll pay…!'
And with that, though she felt the tip of the utensil poke against her neck, she managed to stop her arm from attempting to end her life. What a terrifying power… 'Twas her own, really, so it stood to reason that it would be terrifying, but even the emotionless demon that she was now felt a twinge of regret for putting hundreds upon hundreds of humans through the same ordeal as she now had.
Plus, those humans were all dead now but she didn't really feel bad about that…
Managing to let go of the knife altogether, Aura turned her fear-filled dark-blue eyes towards the payment-seeking man, her trembling lips pursing out her words carefully to make sure she wouldn't accidentally trigger her own body's suicidal tendencies again.
'I'll p-pay… But it was no lie that I've not a single coin to my name… Surely a fine, r-respectable man like you would be willing to let me pay in some other… method…?'
The man, still clearly rattled by the bizarre actions the girl had done under his roof, glared at her with all the suspicion an oddity like her deserved… just before his eyes trailed off from her fearful face to her chest. Her sleeveless bodice allowed for a wonderful view of her plump, full cleavage, his eyes then continuing downward towards the rest of her figure as a pensive seedling of a smirk appeared on his lips.
'...W-Why are you s-staring like that…?!'
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'...I knew that your kind was capable of all manners of lies, b-but this… Surely you knew all along that this would never fit me, you cur!'
As Aura had stepped out of the backroom, the taverner let out a mocking chuckle he tried to hide behind a tightened fist. Having slipped out of her dark-colored cocktail dress and magenta skirt-tail, the demon wore a stereotypical and remarkably skimpy maid outfit, its skirt far too short and its decolletage far too wide to warrant even an ounce of respect from anyone that would lay eyes on her.
The frilly bonnet, however, matched perfectly with the rest of her ensemble, though it had proven difficult to adjust properly because of her jutting light-grey horns. All in all, it was a mix of adorable and sensual, a rather unfitting look for someone that had taken as many lives as her.
'Pfft… I think it looks fine. It used to be my daughter's outfit when she worked here and she's about your age now, I'd say.' the man laughed, clearly enjoying the view of the girl's voluptuous forms so brazenly exposed.
'Oh? Your daughter is also 571 years old? Fascinating. I should want to meet her someday if possible, I suppose.' an increasingly jaded Aura replied, though her glancing blue eyes made it clear she held no real interest for the man's offspring.
Her answer managed to summon a raised brow from the yet-unnamed tavern keeper, though he wouldn't be allowed to question her further about the age he was pretty sure he'd heard her provide as the mauve-haired demon launched into another fit.
'You must have something more suitable for someone of my grandeur… I may not be against manual labor as a payment but I remain a Sage of Destruction. I'll never command the respect I'm owed by wearing this… thing! My rear is hardly covered at all, look!'
And, swiftly turning around and with a cocking of her hips, Aura showed off just how much of her pristine, chunky and ideally soft ass was easily visible with little to no head tilt necessary, apparently lacking much of the shame she had just alluded to. Of course, the barman wouldn't admit to the fact that it was his daughter's outfit when she was 12 years old and liked to pretend-work in the tavern with him, making its gross inefficacy as a grown woman's dress rather obvious, but this troublesome customer didn't need to know that.
'Come on, it's not a bad deal. Just help me out with the bar for a night or two and we'll be even for the meal. I'll even feed you while you work here, if you want.' the man shrugged, more interested in keeping an eye on Aura's curvaceous form than he was in getting the meal's payment.
'I've no need for the commonplace grub you serve in this establishment. However, short of committing a supposed crime, I'll agree to these… objectionable working conditions if it means my unwanted debt will be settled. Now… What is it you would have me do first, anyway…?'
With her arms fiercely crossed against her chest, bulging out her already explosive cleavage even further to the point that the taller man managed to spot the edge of the girl's pink areolas peeking out of the frilly black and white maid outfit, Aura glared at the simpleton.
As she did though, her legs remained lightly spread apart in what must have been a way to own the space around her but which only made her look all the more fuckable, a fact the taverner was growing increasingly confounded by.
'Well, you should get rid of these before anything else. I thought you'd take them off while changing…'
As he spoke, the man gave a few solid knocks of his knuckles onto the girl's noticeable and protruding horns, again arching an eyebrow at their sturdiness, though Aura responded as any devilish hellspawn would, jerking her head away and using her palms to defend her horns as best she could.
'H-H-… How dare you?! My horns are a pride for my p-people…! I cannot-… Do not touch them again or it may end poorly for both of us…!' Aura warned, surprising herself to be so completely flustered to have had a man make contact with her horns so casually.
'Fine, fine! Keep them on, whatever, just… Go take care of those customers already…' the retired warrior sighed, shooing the girl away from the bar with exaggerated gesturing.
Though her lips puckered to offer a reply, her body mechanically responded to the command, turning towards the only table occupied with a couple of patrons and marching herself over to it with as unnatural a pace as a humanoid body could have demonstrated. Bizarre as it may have looked, it certainly felt all the more odd internally, Aura's creased brow hinting at the awkwardness of her motions.
Though she may have been foiled by that blasted elf girl, she was no fool and could guess what was happening: having received the command of obeying orders from humans from Frieren, her body was simply in turn obeying her order, degrading as it may have been to have her limbs and mind both pulled in another direction than the one she actually wished to go in. Within seconds, she was standing at the very edge of the table, glaring at the two customers as though she'd stumbled onto a few rats in a back-alley.
'Urgh… Right, so… What now?' Aura asked as she looked over her shoulder to her temporary employer.
'You-… You ask them what they want to order…!' he hastily barked from the other end of the room, clearly more and more baffled by this girl's sheer incompetence.
'Ohh I see, servant duties. You should have just said so sooner… So, you've both heard him, yes? What would you like…?' she asked, complementing her service with a 360 eye roll as she did.
The two customers, clearly little more than penniless vagabonds based on their moth-eaten attires, turned their heads towards the newly encroached maid, their mocking expressions hardly hiding the lecherous gleam in their eyes as they spied every inch of meat the demon-in-hiding had to show.
'Hehe… Well I'd sure like for a pretty thing like you to get under the table and suck my cock, for starters.' the first customer replied, his grin making it clear he saw the horned girl as little more than eye candy to be ogled at.
Aura heard something akin to a berating 'Hey, knock that out' barked over from where the barman was still standing, the owner of this place apparently keen to protect even his unwilling employees from harassment of all kinds, but it was already too late: she'd received an order from a villager and her body knew exactly what to do to avoid an untimely end at her own hand.
Almost immediately, she fell to her knees, much to the confusion of the two customers that had just begun letting out mocking cackles in response to the tavern-keeper's warning. Now on all fours and thanks to the short dress's thoroughly inefficient flounce, Aura presented her ass to the barkeep again, though the view was only available for a few short seconds as she scuttled under the table, letting out baffled whimpers as she did.
'H-Hey, lady… I w-was joking, y'don't have t-'
'P-Please… Please, let me… let me do this…!' Aura insisted, having briefly felt her own fingernails ready to claw her throat out if she resisted the command.
As she crawled under the table and towards the sitting man's crotch, the Sage of Destruction felt her hands twitch in avidity, desperate to go through with the human's command: a dreadful feeling, to be sure, but if it meant she wouldn't attempt to take her own life again, it was a minor price to pay. Once she was within reach of that nameless traveler's pants, Aura immediately began fiddling with his pants.
All-powerful and demonic as she may be, she was not unfamiliar with the man's words: she knew what a cock was, as they called it, and she knew what he expected of her when he told her to suck it. It was a sexual thing, purely pointless from a reproduction stand and destined only to provide pleasure, typically only to the owner of the cock in question.
Obviously, she was loath to do such a thing, the only way she'd ever have swallowed a male human's copulation organ being for the sake of consuming its meat and boost her magical energy, but if the only alternative was to die so soon before she'd gotten her revenge against that elf, then it was a small enough price to pay.
And, when the stranger's cock flipped out of his pants, her cute maid outfit having apparently caused a generous amount of blood to pump its way to his groin the second she'd stepped out of the backrooms, Aura could hardly lie to herself about its size and bulk: *not bad at all*.
For one reason or another, she'd always assumed humans would all possess dinky little things that paled in comparison to her demon brethren's dicks but this vagabond's tool was very respectable, as long as her entire head and just a bit thicker than what her hand could probably wrap around. The smell, however, was…
'W-What is this… rancid stench…?! Do you not bathe, human?!' Aura asked from under the table, her horns poking against the wooden surface of the furniture as she recoiled away from the manhood the second the vile musk of his groin made its way to her nose.
'H-Haha… Hey, we're traveling mercenaries, it's not-… We just got to town, sorry I couldn-Mngh?!'
Before that waste of space of a human could finish his sentence, Aura had already swallowed up the entire length of his cock: she was not at all curious to find out what would happen if she were to disobey an order from a human, having sensed her suicidal intents plenty enough when she'd merely considered not paying for someone else's meal.
Still, despite its terrible smell and less-than-appealing looks, she had to admit… Not a bad taste at all. Had she not been told not to harm any humans, she may have been tempted to chow down on his meat, in fact, foul-smelling as it may be.
Either because of the Auserlese curse manipulating her body or through her growing hunger for human meat, Aura began back-and-forthing her face into the man's crotch, pushing aside his thighs the moment she'd spotted them twitching in confusion. Well, short of actually ripping away his flesh and wolfing it down as a demon should like she would have in the past, she was happy to see that she could at least rub her tongue across a human's flesh without fear of repercussion, a small indulgence she welcomed in her otherwise bleak situation.
Though she couldn't see much of anything from under the table, Aura spotted what seemed to be this place's owner arriving at the table and exchanging a few words with the customers. Thanks to her own sounds of delectation, however, slurping and lapping at the cock with the fervor of a woman that hadn't tasted her favorite meal in eons, she couldn't understand nearly a word of what they were saying up there, though she did hear the taverner's grumbly voice mumble something along the lines of 'If I'd known she was like this, I'd have kept her for myself' or the like.
'Yeah, sh-she's… pretty amazing. And you're saying she's just a penniless beggar?'
'Mnghn…?! Ua—aghn... The nerve of your words… Penniless though I may be, I am no beggar! Utter s-such blasphemy again and I will make sure you're cursed for seven generations!' Aura clamored, hardly confident in her capacity to curse anyone as she may have been.
Her words, threatening as they may have been intended to be, lost a bit of their edge when heard through the thickness of the wooden table and half-slurred against the meat of the man's greasy cock still poked against her soft lips. Eager to punish this vile man through more than just words, however, Aura fiercely tightened her lips and jaw around his cock after shoving the entirety of his bulk down her throat: her magic may have been depleted, but she would still have been strong enough on her own to bite through his girth if she had so wanted… but, based on her past experience, she had a feeling she'd come to an untimely end if she did and there was no way she would die with that part of a human in her mouth.
Impatient to get it done with at least, the perfectly satisfactory taste of his cock hardly an excuse to keep her servitude of this stranger going any longer than it needed to, Aura reached for the man's ballsack with one of her hands, the other maintaining her balance using his thigh, and wrapped her fingers under and over the fleshy bag holding his family jewels: though it was hardly something she was keen to pay attention to, she'd heard that humans liked this sort of stimulus for one reason or another… and, based on the sudden jitter she could feel and see from his legs, she guessed that it must have been fairly efficient. Oooh, very efficient, in fact, her customer letting out wailing murmurs not unlike the ones many of her victims would utter prior to their deaths. Wait, was that a good thing, then…?
'O-OooOohh… Sh-She's good…! Oough…!' the man muttered, his tightened words clearly hidden behind a large grin.
Of course she was: a Sage of Destruction would succeed and excel in any labor they undertook and she was no exception. In fact, as one of the last remaining of the Demon Lord's seven highest ranking members, she was not about to let something as pathetic as a human's penis be the end of her. She may not have liked to be ordered around by these lowly humans but at least they could recognize her talents and skills for what they were, prompting her to increase the pace of her facial thrusts, a minor reward for this man's accurate understanding of just how amazing she was.
From there, it didn't take much longer for the man to cum. She'd already seen men cum, of course… Well, no, she'd heard and read about it plenty, but to actually have it happen in front of her, or rather squarely into her mouth, felt very different. It was far hotter than she had expected and way stickier too, closer to a poorly-formed paste than anything else. With a confused whimper, aware that she was probably expected to swallow his jizz but unsure of what the proper etiquette might have been for these humans, Aura was glad to hear her customer mutter a few words just as she'd removed her lips from his manhood.
'H-Hey… Don't swallow it all right away, I-I want to see it in your mouth first…' the man asked with a thick amount of doubt in his voice, clearly unsure of just how much he could demand out of the girl.
Oh thank the Demon Lord, some directions… She may not have been keen of this subservience to, well, not only Frieren herself but now every single villager in this town but, if she were to be a slave, she'd rather at least be told exactly what was expected of her instead of playing some ridiculous guessing game. A simple enough request for now, the purple-haired girl crawling out from under the table and raising her spine to better present her face to the man, though her horns again poked at the table as she slid herself out, much to her annoyance.
As she had been commanded, she lifted her chin up high and parted her lips, leaving the ample amount of freshly-shot semen softly bubbling up inside her mouth. Aura imagined that it must have been a gross scene, in all honesty, but based on the three men's reaction, the other two practically lunging into different positions to get a better view, it was actually quite a sight to behold? Encouraged by their libido and herself growing a bit sore from the straining hold anyway, the Sage of Destruction flicked her tongue, lapping the white splooge in her mouth as she did and again yanking quite the reaction from the observing men.
Emotions of all kinds were something of a mystery for her, as was the case with most every member of her species, but she could at least guess from their enormous smirks and accelerated heart rates that they were happy with her performance. What simple men, but… perhaps she could make use of them in some way, then.
'Haw-… Hawt n-ahw…?' Aura asked, her question ridiculed and made barely audible thanks both to her persistently gaping mouth and the thick liquid still filling the majority of her throat, the back of her tongue acting as the only barrier between the outside world and the depths of her stomach.
'A-ahh, s-sorry… You can swallow, now.' the customer conceded, though his still solid cock seemed to have far different plans in mind.
Finally. The taste of his fresh jizz may have been better than she had expected, the texture itself even vaguely reminding her of the human blood she'd been so fond of chugging down in the past, but to keep it in her mouth like a defective fountain had proven both mildly embarrassing and uncomfortable, Aura then eagerly swallowing down the liquid, much to the amusement of the men. Hmm, not bad. She could not perceive much respect from those men but if all they asked of her were similar effortless tasks, then perhaps she could tolerate this situation until she came up with a better plan.
As she rubbed the tip of her tongue between her lips and teeth though, raring to rid herself of any leftover semen still sticking to her teeth and gums, the still kneeling and pondering Aura felt something she didn't expect, cocking her head to the side in minor confusion as she did. It was a familiar feeling, like a sparkle of light burgeoning inside her soul, filling in cracks in her being that no one could see, a light that could be turned to power in the hands of those that knew how to use it.
'...I-Is this… Mana?'
She had asked the question out loud by accident, her widened eyes now lost in mild confusion, but it was undeniable: she had regained some of her lost magic. It was a vulgarly insignificant amount of it, barely enough to light the tip of her finger with harmless energy for no more than three or four seconds before she'd once again run out of magic entirely… but it was still Mana.
For a few seconds, she feared that her own limbs may attempt to end her life yet again, having somehow contradicted Frieren's rules by regaining even such a meager smidgen of her power… but, after the seconds became too numerous to ignore, she let out a sigh of reprieve: she was fine. Of course she was, this didn't count as either physical or psychological harm, after all, the man had loved her work.
The gears began shifting within Aura's mind, piecing together every fact at her disposal to understand exactly what was happening. Demons regained their spent magic primarily by devouring other creatures even mildly possessing magic. Meat was the most convenient way to quickly absorb that magic of course, but their blood also did the job… and, it seemed, so did their semen? Even if it was barely one trillionth of her total magic, if she could regain some magic through something as benign as swallowing a human's semen, then it meant…
*She'd found a loophole.*