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Level Drain (Story Prompt Winner)
🕑 Added 2022-10-07 22:47:36 +0000 UTCOur poll winner for the week.
Trying out a more train of thought first person, let me know how it went!
Tags: Non-Con. Lesbian Oral. A whole lot of tongue. Like a lot. Like a LOT.
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Imp (Level 1)
2 Brawn
4 Agility
3 Intellect
5 Cunning
2 Willpower
1 Presence
Abilities
Level Drain (Rank 1)
Observe (Rank 3)
I can hear you saying it already. Wow, Level Drain! That's such an exemplary ability. You're so fortunate to be an Imp.
Wrong idiots! Being an Imp sucks because everyone knows you have that skill and the stats of a diseased goblin. A stat score of 4 is the average for a human, and that's the ones who don't go dungeon diving. The ones I've seen have numbers in the double digits and could pop my horned head just by looking at me funny. Imp's having such a scary ability combined with almost zero fighting ability means we usually have a lifespan on par with an ice cube in a dragon's belly. I've only lived as long as I have by doing the one thing all my kin seem entirely incapable of doing.
Not messing with adventurers! They'll cut you to ribbons!
What's worse is using my Observe skill, I knew my stats were a little higher than most imps. No, don't laugh. It's true. Every other Imp I know is dumb as bricks and thinks hiding behind a door is the height of cunning. Compared to them, I'm a natural-born genius. It's a lonely life, the only creature who can string a sentence together. Every other monster in this place hates us even worse than adventurers do. Imps raise the challenge of a dungeon while also not being all that challenging for the intelligent parties. So we get nothing but powerful parties, happy to have an easier time with the rest of the creatures because my kin and I are raising the stakes without even pulling our weight.
Oh, and before you say it, I can't drain levels from other imps because they're all level 1 too! None of us ever actually achieve anything.
So monster and adventurer both want to turn your horns into crafting materials, and all your friends get themselves killed in the dumbest ways. It's rough. Keep your head down and hope something falls into your lap. That's my motto.
When the warning alarms go off for invading adventurers once again, I do what I do best. Fly up to the rickety wooden rafters of the dungeon halls and hope I get lucky. At least my skinny body is good for hiding. Up from above, I've got to see some pretty amazing things. Well-oiled adventurers chew through encounters with practiced efficiency. While less experienced teams struggle to keep their heads above water. Panic sets in as they realize they might not make it out alive, and some even fall to a minotaurs axe or a snake's poison spit, but just my luck that my power is utterly useless on a corpse!
I'd taken to hiding in a particular spot that didn't see much action. A long corridor ending in a chest, walls running wet with some kind of viscous grease. Anyone approaching would be forced to pick their way slowly, check for traps, and work their way back. Most parties didn't bother. Too much time is spent on a single chest when they could be making progress elsewhere. I don't know how many times I came here, but patience was the only advantage I had over my dumber kin, and I was going to use it!
It'd been months of this, possibly years. The days all blended into one another down here. But today, I finally got a break, one member of the invading party had broken off from the others to scout ahead. A woman in a grey cloak trimmed with black. She had long black hair and a cheeky swish in her hips that had her flow from room to room like a drifting breeze. She was hard to keep track of as she flitted through the shadows of the dungeon. Monsters that I swore should have seen her just glossed over her position with glassy eyes and let her push further and further in.
Usually, a scout wouldn't go in deep, just enough to tell the party what to look out for, but this one seemed on the hunt for something, and when they reached my greasy corridor, they seemed to have found it.
As she picked her way carefully through the grease, I flashed her with my Observe.
???? Human Rogue Level 8
12 Brawn
32 Agility
14 Intellect
23 Cunning
18 Willpower
20 Presence
Abilities
Dazing Strike (Rank 6)
Find Weakness (Rank 8)
Hide in Plain Sight (Rank 6)
Shadow Step (Rank 10)
Quick Tongue (Rank 9)
See? See? Compared to her, I'm about as much challenge as opening a window without sticking your head through the glass. She could end me just by breathing on me, and my wings curl around my body defensively as I watch her reach the chest. She's got a few daggers on her belt. Just one of those thrown my way, and I'm as good as dead.
The chest's lock is a rusted piece of junk, and she leans to push a knife through the gap in the lid and lifts it to look inside. Damn it, the first one greedy enough to try come down alone, and she's cautious to boot! If I had any chance, I needed the tripwire on the inside to go off, and from the long rods she was pulling out of her pouches, she had a plan to defuse it. I wasn't about to wait another few months for another shot at this. Handing off the perch with my claws, I flick my body down a thin tail flicking behind me as I tumble towards my target.
The woman sees me coming, ducking to the side as I crash past her into the wooden chest, her eyebrows raised at my odd cry of triumph. Then she sees I've smashed the lid back, and the wire has snapped, the whirr of a trap spinning up, and she goes for a dagger with a flash of anger in her ice-blue eyes. Too late! Too late! The whole corridor tips and she's wrenched off her feet, flickering into a shadow as she shoots forward to try to get back up the corridor. Even with that burst of shadow speed, her feet hit grease, and she slipped back along the corridor that had raised on hidden mechanisms to be a tough climb back out. She comes tumbling around and smashes against the back wall as I flit out of the way, claws scraping across the stone as I fly up out of her reach.
She'd spilled her dagger in the fall, but she goes to get another and flicks it my way in one practiced motion. My heart stops as I feel this might be it, but the knife never leaves her hand. The grease on her hand has begun to harden, and glued the dagger into her grip. Eyes wide, she tries to pry it free with her other hand in a panic and ends up gluing her hands together. In frustration, she begins to roll and strains her arms to try to pull them apart, but the grease is swirling down around her now, and she's quickly getting stuck like a fly in amber.
My white-toothed grin must have shone above the murk as she tried to claw her way out of her gluey prison. Her flickering shadow steps, not freeing her one bit as the glue travels with her and sticks to new things each time. Eventually, she's wrapped herself up in her cloak like a cocoon and falls with a rough slam to the ground shouting in that colorful human language. Pretty lips forming the words, her heart-shaped face red with anger.
I wait for the grease to fully harden, then make my move dropping down into the tunnel with her. It's a full ninety degrees now, becoming a bottomless pit with just her, me, and a chest with a few glowing bottles and gold coins, mocking her for her greed. My heart was thumping so fast as I approached her. I was gone if she got even an inch free to stab, but I'd never get as good a chance as this. I crept closer while she tried to roll away, eventually pouncing her when she reached the wall and had nowhere else to go.
I'd never used Level Drain, but my abilities were instinctual, and I knew exactly what to do with it. So when she opened her mouth to yell at me, I pressed our heads together and shot my tongue right down her throat. I have a whole lot of tongue, and her eyes shot wide as she choked on it. She bit, but her teeth weren't the fanged points mine were. It hurt, but it didn't hurt enough for me to stop because her taste was like dipping my tongue into rich honey, and I slathered up every last drop I could. Her neck pulsed as my tongue worked deep in her throat, and she writhed in her cape prison, but she was helpless, and I had her. I had her!
Level Drain successful. You have gained 1 Rogue Level.
Level Drain increased to Rank 2
If I thought her taste was good, the rush of power that followed made it ash in comparison. A raw, rich infusion of strength filled my body, and I stretched out with it as I felt things reshape. Spindly arms began to fill out, and my weird curved stomach began to become more human-like, a chest forming out of the bump as the rest sank in to take the shape of a proper belly. My messy ill-kempt hair gained a little shining luster, locks flowing together to make a messy mop of a haircut but one that might just be seen as cute rather than a tragic mistake. I still had those jutting black horns, but I felt more prominent, and they suited my larger size. I withdrew my tongue to give myself a look over, shocked at just how significant a change it was from what I'd been only seconds ago.
"Wh-dgk, a-rgo, yo-l?" the Rogue said, her words different to the ear now. A deep, slurring speech that was just on the edge of legibility. I was surprised she didn't spit at me or bite. Instead, she seemed dazed, head lolling about as she tried to focus on me.
I checked myself out quickly with an Observe to see what'd changed.
Impish Rogue (Level 2)
6 Brawn
11 Agility
5 Intellect
10 Cunning
6 Willpower
7 Presence
Abilities
Level Drain (Rank 2)
Observe (Rank 3)
Find Weakness (Rank 1)
I couldn't contain my excitement, doing a little victory shuffle in front of my trapped partner. I was above the human average now! Nothing to shout about by anyone's standards, but after spending a life made of glass, it was good to feel like I could take a punch. My agility was even high enough that I felt slinky, giving a swerve of hips that were no longer just a bulbous joke on top of stick-like legs. If one level felt this good, what would two feel like?
I flashed my golden eyes to my captive, and she shrunk back in shock. She opened her mouth to say something, but I grabbed her cheeks in my hands, brimming with strength and confidence as I went in for another taste of her. The glue was flaking around her, so my time was limited. Best I get all I could out of the experience!
Her taste was still rich and satisfying, but it didn't hit my tongue with quite the vivid sharpness it had before. I knew she had plenty of levels to go, so it couldn't be that I'd drained her dry already, but it was like she'd retreated in on herself. The core of her experience hid from my probing tongue no matter how deep down her throat I sunk it. So frustrating, I could feel it there, but it just wouldn't be coaxed out!
Oddly she seemed less resistant this time, actively kissing back as she ground her lips into mine, little gasping cries bubbling up around my tongue as she let me choke her with it. A few tears from her eyes wetted my cheeks, but when I pulled back in confusion, she had the biggest smile, sniffing and looking away shyly.
Was she into this? Humans. So weird.
I was lost as to why Level Drain wasn't working. Wasn't it even more potent now? Maybe the higher strength meant it was harder to use on lower targets? That didn't make sense to me. I felt like abilities should improve as they went up, something instinctual in my gut was nodding along to this, and I trusted it. Well, I'd gotten a new ability from her, so why not try it?
I called on Find Weakness, and my eyes instantly began to move along her body, going to her neck, joints in her armor, and exposed bits of the thigh. Looking at her armor, I saw how to break it off and saw no reason not to. I did just that, fingers curling into buckles and snapping them off, causing her chest plate to drop away with a leathery clatter and let her breasts hang out. Soft, full, and tantalizing, I all but dove between them, kissing either side of my hide, and she writhed above me, her head free now she was banging it against the wall as she let out sharp little cries.
It was a little scary how feral she was becoming. Still, it didn't stop me from working her chest, a tongue that seemed even more obscenely long than it had been a few minutes ago. It was the perfect thing to lap long lines across her chest as I bit at her nipples and rolled them in her mouth. She burst free from the glue like a Breaker smashing through a dungeon door and wrapped her limbs around me, hugging me tightly.
I was so dead! Knives were scattered everywhere, and if she got just one in her hand, she still had more than enough power to fillet me for draining a level off her. My only hope was my sucking seemed to be making her cling desperately to me instead of going for them. So I sucked for my dear life, rolling my tongue in my mouth to press harder on hard nipples as the rest of the length slipped into her cleavage and wettened those warm depths. The sweet taste of XP was light on my tongue, but it was there, and when I got a sharp burst of it, she reacted with a shrill cry in return. Something clicked.
Level Draining was pleasurable to her! If I kept it up, she wouldn't think to stab me full of holes. Now I just needed to work out why it wasn't working!
Find Weakness had helped get her out of her clothes, but it wasn't helping me with Level Drain. So why not both? I tried to call forth both skills, feeling a struggle as the two gelled together and my limbs shook. Still holding strong through the pressure building between my eyes, I felt the skills meld and burst forth, and it blazed a path along her body I was quick to follow. I dropped to my knees, tongue sliding down her stomach as I slid my head between her legs. She grabbed my hair but only pressed me down against her waiting pussy, which was dripping with need. Every part of my senses screamed that this was the perfect place to use my skill, and withdrawing my tongue into my mouth in a long, slurping lick. I tested the water with a bit of flutter with the tip of my tongue along the waiting slip.
The scream she gave was so loud I was sure people would come to investigate soon, but I couldn't pull away because her taste was divine. Pure ecstasy crackled through me as I felt that sweet taste far more potent than her throat had been able to provide and shot my tongue in to drink deep. There wasn't enough space to fit as my slippery muscle carved a path through her wet walls, crashing off something deep inside and curling in on herself. Her thighs pressed on the side of my head at the impact. She wailed, hips rocking against my face eagerly as I kept feeding my tongue in, writhing it around inside her in a completely disorganized mess, practically tying myself in knots. The sound was beyond lewd, a wet shucking sound of fresh getting pressed and hammered from every direction and then wetly licked to make way for even more.
I could feel talent being imparted to me, skill and experience far beyond anything I'd known. Still, I enjoyed doing this my way. Messy and chaotic, with only a little guidance from the Find Weakness skill. It'd grown in strength, letting the tip of my tongue home perfectly in on any little spot inside her, making her toes curl and her body tenses up. She began spasming around my tongue in what must have been a reckless string of orgasms that was robbing her of strength as quickly as I was robbing her of her experience.
As I felt strength flow into my limbs, I used it, picking her up and rubbing her along the walls until I was at my full height, eating her out with such ease it was like she weighed nothing more than cotton and fluff on my shoulders. My new look helped immensely as I felt taller and stronger than ever. My arms were now packed with the same tight muscle my Rogue partner had, and I felt my hair rubbing down my back and plenty more to wrap my fingers around. When she lost her grip, the horns sloping across my head were nice handfuls now, the perfect handholds to keep her balance.
I looked up at her with golden eyes as I ate her out and heard my first gasped human word in full.
"Beautiful"
That made me feel awfully good.
Level Drain successful. You have gained 1 Rogue Level.
Level Drain increased to Rank 3
Level Drain successful. You have gained 1 Rogue Level.
Level Drain increased to Rank 4
Level Drain successful. You have gained 1 Rogue Level.
Level Drain increased to Rank 5
Level Drain successful. You have gained 1 Rogue Level.
Level Drain increased to Rank 6
Level Drain successful. You have gained 1 Rogue Level.
Level Drain increased to Rank 7
Level Drain successful. You have gained 1 Rogue Level.
Level Drain increased to Rank 8
A whole of achievements, right? Well, just realized every one of those came with a screaming orgasm from my enamored Rogue that shook the walls of this place. By the time I'd got her down to her base, she was begging for me to do it, mind buzzing with the sheer pleasure of losing levels to me.
I take it back. Level Drain is THE BEST.
I didn't let up until I felt she'd been entirely spent, a drooling mess leaning over my shoulder all but jelly limbed, every last drop of her rung dry. Not dead, but I could feel she was softer now, less muscled, and more pleasingly plump. She'd lost that scary aura of deathly competence, replaced with a smooth non-threatening sweet face that looked at me with doe-eyed fondness whenever she caught my eye.
Pleased with myself, I ran an Observe over myself to see how it had gone.
Impish Rogue (Level 7)
13 Brawn
34 Agility
15 Intellect
26 Cunning
18 Willpower
21 Presence
Abilities
Level Drain (Rank 8)
Observe (Rank 6)
Dazing Strike (Rank 6)
Find Weakness (Rank 8)
Hide in Plain Sight (Rank 6)
Shadow Step (Rank 10)
Quick Tongue (Rank 9)
"Felt so good," the Rogue murmured as I did backflips in my head over the changes. She was weak as a kitten and batted at my chest, trying to cuddle in from her perch. "Never felt so good. I want, I need more."
She didn't have more to give, but maybe if she wanted more, I could help her defeat a few things. Level her up. Then take it for another boost?
Or, I thought, an evil smile crossing my lips, she could help me find her teammates, and I could put these new skills to use. They wouldn't be expecting an imp with power behind her skills. I could have a whole feast here today, all to myself.
Yeah, more levels. More power and more pretty women moaning around my tongue and falling head over heels for me.
I couldn't wait to see what I'd gain next.
Comments
Premier
That route could be fun! Usually making a harem doesn't also make you a global threat, but that just means more powerful ladies coming to try to kill you. Win win!
Platymage
If you do I like the lone wolf just attacking any and all women making super large harem route
Premier
Thanks! I think it could be one with some proper thought on how the skills would actually work together. I love the concept of LitRPG but getting consistent rules is tricky and if you don't people will notice. Was originally going to be her ambushing a party and getting captured before she can get them all, then roped into replacing the first member she'd eaten who was actually kinda important for them to keep alive. Gives a fun "Monster trying to act human" thing to it so it isn't just all ambushes. May revive that if I do it as a full thing!
Platymage
This is good enough of a concept to start a small story I think
