A very p*rny Samurai (Patreon)

Not too much lore again for this time, as again it concerns human history which I haven't put too much thought into as of yet, and seeing as this is mainly a pron thing I don't think that matters much as long as people are hot, and that they bone a lot.

As stated in the previous entry, there is a bit of contention between the resident Oni and Humans of the far eastern land of exactly who it was that came up with their specific form of armor. As the region is rather poor in quality metals, they for big suits of armour, have to make do with alternative means of protecting themselves, hence their distinct stile of layered bands of hardened leather and cloth tied together with thick sturdy rope, reinforced by tactical placement of small metal plates. It isn't perfect, but if you're lacking in resources and most of your metal has to be invested in your swords, you make do with what is left to the best of your ability.

This one seems to have embraced the lack of proper covering that western full plate provides (if the westerner in question bothers to use it to its full potential that is *looks at all the previous armoured chicks*). Using those assets to their full potential I see.

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...And so Casandra proceeds to explains some of the vague plans they managed to glean from the patchwork of notes and scrolls they have, in how the demented mage was planning on pulling this off, and some of the practical hurdles he came across.

"One thing that seems common in all his notes, is that he seems to be talking about some "code", or "language of life", and his efforts in deciphering it."

"Language for life", what does that mean?"

They ask, leaning in with raised eyebrows while the prince stares at his crotch, pondering his fantastic magical cock and tireless sexual prowess... He probably would gladly have spent the rest of his life as a breeding machine for this madman had he not been rescued.

"Good question. Unfortunately the answer is we don't know. What we do know is that often he seems to be referring to these."

Casandra says, pointing at a series of particularly hefty tomes, numbers and a little icon of a creature stamped into the leather of the spine.

She pulls one towards herself, and flips it open, turning the book their way while pointing to its contents on the page. It's nothing but four symbols, repeated add-infinitum, filling the entire thing, and she flips a page over to another, seemingly identical page, and another, and another. The entire book is nothing but those symbols.

"It's quite a clever bit of spellery in its own right really, the books from the outside look hefty already, probably several hundred pages thick. But inside, the pages go on and on and on, into and past the thousands. Nothing but those symbols repeated. And this goes for every single book. They're numbered, and the sequence inside is different for each one, but always composed of these four symbols."

"W-what does that mean?"

Sophia asks, frowning in befuddlement at the strange series of books.

"Again, we don't know... yet. But our current working theory is that they contain the code he's talking about"

"You mean this entire thing is the "Language of life"? Can you decipher it?"

"So far we have no idea how to read these books, and no cyphers we've tried translate it into anything coherent. But I don't think he wrote it down this way to keep their knowledge a secret. I think it's meant to be like this, and that it doesn't spell out anything for us to read. It is to be taken at face value."

"How do you know that?"

"Well, this book..."

She says, lifting it up to show the cover. Numbered '1', with a pictograph of an ordinary man and woman.

"-contains a little bit more than just the four symbols"

Casandra drops it down again and flips over to a bookmarked section, and the trio lean in to inspect it. Indeed, above a section in the "code" are sketched some runes and glyphs, with a line following it extending down all the following lines and off the page to the next one, in coloured ink.

"This isn't too strange, it seems to be a referral to a specific magical incantation, with a word of power standing in for all this... undecipherable nonsense. It's often done to bind spells to artifacts, or help wizards condense the lengthier spells into something that can be uttered in a reasonable time frame. Elves don't like it, because they believe magic should come from the soul, and it was first invented by the Dwarves, who lack a magical affinity. It's a way for them to use magic despite lacking the aptitude. So as long as you have this book, with its contents intact, and know the basics of casting a spell, one simply utters the word of power, and this magical inscription does the rest. Of course, it doesn't work if you don't have the necessary amount of magic to pull it off, but that's a given for any spell."

The party stares back at Casandra, again in wait for any more as they only caught half of what she just said. She simply smiles at them.

"So that means, if we understand what this incantation does, we are one step closer to solving this mystery. And as luck should have it, we do"

She pulls out a piece of parchment from the pile, proudly showing it off as the party stares at more of the runes and symbols displayed on it in mild curiosity and confusion.

"A little instructional manual, one of his most recent notes. it seems he was nearing completion in at least part of his project, and this little spell here..."

She taps the book with the highlighted bit of "code".

"-is still in effect. Seems he wanted to test it out and left it on, not foreseeing his untimely demise the next day~"

"I've been under a spell this entire time?"

Is what the prince wanted to ask, but immediately realized that would be stupid thing to ask, because of course he was, that's why they were there to begin with.

Casandra gets up from her seat, and motions to the prince as she walks around the desk, her huge and heaving bosom pleasantly wobbling along again with her every step.

"We'll see how much use this has... ready?"

The prince nods, swallowing has the beautiful witch stops in front of him and leans over to show off her immense, perfect chest, and he feels his nads tighten. Closing her eyes, Casandra places a hand on the prince's chest, and says a single word in a tongue neither Bernadette, the prince, nor Sophia recognize. Immediately on uttering it a fog is lifted off the prince's mind, and he blinks a couple of times as he looks around the room. He feels... clearer, somehow.

"How does that feel?~"

The beautiful witch asks, straightening herself up again in front of him.

"I- I don't know... I feel, clearer, more aware? I think?"

"Here's a test, try to resist my advances~"

She replies, lifting one of her titanic mammaries out of her outfit to let the enticing fuck pillow swing free, giving it a teasing squeeze, the prince swallows as his nethers stir again.

"Well? Anything?"

She continues to ask, freeing her other breast while Sophia and Bernadette simply look on, eyes flitting back and forth between the witch and the prince as they wonder what just happened.

"I um... th-they're beautiful as always Cas, ehm... what's your point?"

She rolls her eyes at him, approaching with swaying hips before pushing her chest into his face and sitting down on his lap.

"You're not even trying prince, come on, resist my advances~"

Suddenly it dawned on him, and his eyes grow wide with realization, Casandra giggling in response. And slowly, he places his hands on her shoulder, and pushes the witch off his lap.

"Do you get it now?"

She purrs with a grin, the prince nodding. Before she cancelled the spell he'd been under, he likely would have had her folded double on the floor already, pounding away at whatever hole presented itself first for him. But now, though undoubtedly aroused by her great big tits, he wasn't a slave to his libido anymore.

"What we just did, was set your libido down to more... appropriate levels. But don't misunderstand, this wasn't some form of mind control, your agency wasn't stolen from you and you were just yourself. Your lust was just intensified to such a degree it'd have been nearly impossible for you resist, but it would be your choice.
And I doubt you look back with any form of regret on the last couple of weeks you've been through with your lust screwed all the way up. If you so chose, nothing would change hereon out, what's important is that the incessant need to climax should be gone now. You'll only have sex if you really choose for it.
So no mandatory morning sex anymore to make sure you can ride a horse for at least a little bit before the proximity of a couple fully clothed woman has you on your knees by the riverside, desperately jacking it to keep yourself from... making any unfixable mistakes with them.

And that's not where these books end, there's several more completed rituals and incantations in this first book, and a couple in some of the others, at least what we've found in them in a couple hours of study. And then there's the missing books back at his keep. Who knows what other abilities might be locked away in his research~"

She says with a smile, the prince looking down at his hands, and then his crotch again while Sophia and Bernadette croon in admiration over Casandra's explanation.

"Well? Anything to say?~"

She purrs, winking at him.

"Gods I- I really want to fuck your tits right now."

With another wink, Casandra sank down to her knees in front of him, the prince hurriedly pulling his shaft out of his trousers and jacking himself off to full mast before smacking his rod down on them...

Hey all,

So as some of the older followers may know, 'tis the season, and for me that means, aside from the holidays and stuff, I also have a heaping boatload of birthdays (and a bonus holiday us dutchies have around this time) to attend to. So much of December is spent traveling back and forth to the fam and back.

That is why last week, the NNN post was the only one, I've only just gotten back from seeing friends and family, and this weekend I'm going again for another birthday. So like always, things are slow during the holidays.

As usual I will try to upload what I can when I can, but make no promises.

It's just slightly unfortunate I'm not even done yet with my comeback before the holidays hit, thought I would, but alas.

Anyhow, lots of explanations on what's going on with our dear prince this time around, if you know a bit about biology you might have clued in on those four symbols seemingly repeated add-infinitum and this "code of life" they're talking about. And yes indeed, they are talking about DNA, they just don't know it yet.

Also that samurai chick? Her name means something like "lasting/preserving purity" or something. I don't remember exactly, I looked it up weeks ago and don't want to bother looking it up again, but I picked that name because I thought it would be funny.

Also also her looks are loosely based off of Anri Okita, fyi ;)

SoCarter out.