Tolmyr Nullshade was a lanky fella with damn near no body fat and too much shredded muscle while being at least forty-something in age. And maybe she was just down bad, but she was into that, too. She walked through the large outpost with the nameless soldier, and Tolmyr passed by a few barracks manned by soldiers who had a 'no-good' air to them. The structures themselves, more and more stone buildings that towered at least two stories, the further in they went. All looked to be living areas for labourers, this world's version of apartments for workers who spent time here away from families to work long hours. Like a rig, she guessed, this must've been a fundamentally important mining area for Salem.
Men carried large sacks and building material, with horses pulling large trailers full of the stuff. They all greeted Tolmyr with nods and salutes of respect, depending on how many hands they had free. Ammy was happy to get the occasional leer and imagined their shock when she pulled out a dick bigger than theirs. On that note, if she wanted to get laid with one of these medieval fellas, she'd probably have to get rid of it.
Nullshade?
Mana cost would be 5% considering the length and girth.
How big is it?
Futanari fantasy: Eighteen length, twelve in girth.
Holy shit.
She quickly recalled her memories of the brief first aid class and the extra credits offered where they saw open wounds, open sores and pus in places that should feel good to stop her dick from standing up.
Can men really not think horny thoughts in public without their cocks deciding to raise the fucking mast!? But then again... it was worth the pleasure. But some guys won't like it, so she'd have to make sure she chose correctly, or... she glanced at some of the girls who watched them pass by.... become a bit adventurous. When Sonny threw her on the bed, spread her legs and licked her pussy he did it a bit too much. The joke about pussy licking guys having small dicks wasn't true, at least. And it certainly didn't apply to her, they'd need a bit of persuasion and... how the fuck was she going to manage that?
He led them into a small towering building she'd see in many, many fictions where the prissy female mages all rabbit on the bedicked main character, all ready to bear his (in this case, her) children. Ammy-Mel didn't have time for that, and how would they deal with their mother dying and coming back eventually to be younger than them if she were stuck in Warhammer Fantasy?
Tolmyr dismissed the soldier and muttered something about finding a sabre before he took her downstairs instead of upstairs, and her fantasies ran wild. But the knowledge of how this world works, pyromancers were probs fair game, divinity-sourced folks were off-limits. That was the best way to avoid trouble. Everyone hates a stupid foreigner. Be a smarter foreigner, where you can make some stupid decisions and get away with it, Ammy.
At the bottom of the stairs, Tolmyr thumped his fist on a door in a sequence she should've paid attention to. It swung open, and they went inside. The air was wet like a rainforest or something like that, too clean, it almost bloody killed off her lungs. Around the room were men and women, all speaking in low tones in various clothing, soldiers, people who were dressed straight out of some neoclassical novel and then the mages with their robes and hoods. A few of them looked up at her with a smile, not a smile of 'hello' or 'oh look you're beautiful,' but like that of a successful experiment or an object that has functioned. Ammy found herself being ushered to a side room while the geeky lot went back to work.
There, Tolmyr shut the door behind them and went to a desk that she assumed was hist and started scrambling over notes and throwing them into a magic circle carved into the floor. Then he fussed over her, without touching her, of course. The man was wise enough to avoid going out of his way for women half his age, and yet.
"Mister Nullshade," she said, "Are you in my head?"
"No," he replied sharply, "One, that is wrong. Two, that is horribly inefficient and counter-productive, if I have to micro-manage someone, I'd rather fire them, you understand?"
She smiled, too unsure of how to flirt with a man his age that wasn't into blues, cigarettes, anime, movies, or anything she could think of... "Who are the people who worship Hamala?"
He blinked, "First, weapon preferences, we can gusto you a Hashtar at another meeting in time. I need your measurements, and we'll have to make special armour for your... gifts."
"I can make them smaller," she rested her hands on her tits, "They're impractical for fighting even if I reduce their mass."
"Mass manipulation is your power, what else? Body modification?"
She nodded, "And the ability to devour anything of someone, from sweat to organs, to gain their powers temporarily."
"I suppose consuming hair works for you. I can shave."
"No, thank you," she waved her hands, "I'll manage." Freaky, but he's probably just a workaholic.
"Now, as for your mana, how much do you feel you have?"
Mana: 55%
"Fifty-five per cent," she read, "Is there a way to recover faster except dying and how can I fix my renewal point so I don't end up in Brazil or Angola?"
He chuckled at that, "The spell has been anchored to a luxury room at a nearby inn. As for your gear, we can supply you with as much armour as you need once you..." he made a circle with his hand.
"You can talk about my tits, Tolmyr. I've been through much worse shit recently," she waved his concerns away, Nullshade, reduce me to a C cup, but note that outside of combat, I will maintain my... never mind. Some people have preferences. She smirked to herself as she felt the divine fats in her chest recede slowly. Get rid of the cock... it might get in the way. A small pop of regret at that.
"So once the job is done, how much time to rest do I get?"
Tolmyr cleared his throat, "I cannot guarantee time off, but I can guarantee you'll be put on reserve for a few days until an emergency occurs or you take yourself off that list."
"And currency?"
"We'll cover your expenses except for items of luxury such as jewellery and the like."
"You have a deal, mister Tolmyr."
He clapped his hands, "Excellent, now time for you to meet the two who will accompany you."
He was about six feet, with long ginger hair in braids with a rugged full beard and green eyes like her own. "Sabreman Eastal," he said, "It is a pleasure to work with you, Nullshader."
She nodded, "Pleasure's all mine," and was thankful she couldn't get an erection to ruin the moment.
The woman, confused Ammy, because everyone she'd encountered so far was very much caucasian, yet she was Asian. "Akatsuki Kell," she said flatly, "Here for the job." She casually offered a handshake. Well, she's informal and more rugged than the rugged lookin' fella. What the hell?
Ammy shook, "Amelia Carbyne."
Akatsuki smirked, her charcoal eyes twinkling with joy, "You're more like us than them."
"If I may ask-"
"What's your guess?" Akatsuki's grip tightened.
"Humanity, pushed into a corner of the world, gathered, and all cultures across the continent came under Salem. Inequality until someone stepped in to stamp it out. You were one of the less fortunate." Ammy tightened her grip to match, "Street kid?"
"Almost," Sabreman gripped Akatsuki's arm and gave her a hard stare, "She was a gangster."
Akatsuki gave Ammy a sidelong look with a crook of a smirk on her lips, "You look rough, run into any of the demon lovers yet?"
"Some sex-cult guys that worship Hamala."
Her eyebrows raised up, and she whistled, "Rough, did you show them a good killing?"
"They had a man with them, his dick was about twenty inches, I snapped it in half before beating him to death," she said more casually than intended.
Akatsuki and Sabreman, all the mages around them, including Tolmyr, raised a cheer and laughter.
"Tolmyr, you've summoned quite the ruthless woman," said an authoritative voice from behind, "No salutes, at ease, I've been here for a while."
He stepped between the two, "Name's Rob Harlow, that's Captain Harlow to you, Nullshade Carbyne."
This guy, she knew, was one of those types. The traditional marriage and an unshakeable stone of a man who pissed into the wind without it flying back to hit him. Full plate armour, helmet under arm with a shortsword by his side, tennis ball hair. "The mission begins in ten minutes; logistics have arrived with armour for Nullshade. Tolmyr," he said, "Well done, your project has been approved by Mihai Hobbes and will receive further resources soon." He cleared his throat to confirm everyone's extra attention, "Nullshade, prepare to move out to rescue, Billy Welter, Winnfer Lobb and Rufus Wheeler."