Re: Goblin Slayer

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The situation was getting more and more heated by the second, and was threatening to break loose and destroy everything in its path.

With a stately posture, sharp gaze and majestic appearance, Astoria pointed the trembling blade of her sword at the ground, while her armour, as if echoing the curves of her perfect body, exuded a light haze, just like her interlocutor opposite. Only the strong will and desire of the girl, as well as the calm voice of the guy, prevented the once former blonde from forgetting herself in a furious scream and desire to release Arien's guts.

'The lord's armour... the same as the one I'm wearing...' - she noted to herself, willfully struggling to control her body. Not entirely successful, but not a total defeat - there was still time to escape.

Her friends - two of them, now frozen with horror in their eyes and unable to move, shivered uncomplainingly, huddled together in the form of the sleeping girl. The aura of blood and desire emanating from the once kind sister now mercilessly pressed on their minds and instilled a growing fear in their hearts. They never thought this would ever happen and were now wishing there was nothing they could do to help.

'What... is... happening?' - Biting her lip in frustration, Scadia tried to calm her pounding, fear-stricken heart, nervously clutching Okita's grasping hand.

'Sis, what's wrong with you? Why are you so...' - the nun looked at the people with confusion, gripped by the confusion of the situation at hand, clutching her friend's palm in a burst of approval.

Opposite the blonde, in a fighting stance, clutching the blood-red spear with both hands, slightly grimacing because of the itch in her groin, the pale-haired and short girl was grinning a wide smile, ready to attack the enemy at any second - and only a direct order stopped her from wanting to destroy the obstacle that dared to let out a desire to harm her dear 'brother'.

'Come on... little brother, I want to... finally show you my prowess! Their blood will be mine! You will be proud of me! Only you... only you are worthy... bro... bro... bro... bro! ❤' - blazing with bloodthirstiness inside the seemingly sweet and most calm girl, smiling broadly, with obvious desire, the devilish girl smiled madly....

However, the girls behind Astoria were not prevented from shrinking from the two murderous auras of the 'monsters' and one overly manic smile of one person; they tried to attract as little unnecessary attention to themselves as possible and prayed for their well-being, ready to engage in unequal combat at any second...

So did another individual, who was under such pressure for the first time. It seemed to her that what she had once endured was a laughable joke in comparison! Which made her heart, beating at a frantic pace, and her blood boiling with excitement. Her thoughts ran undignified with fear, and her legs were trembling, her throat felt dry for some reason. Her eyes raced over the figures, finally focusing on the straight back of her Master!

'Ah-nhhh... Master❤ you are beautiful! Ha-huh... I want to look at you endlessly... hn... ha-ha-ha,' her soul sang as soon as his name was spoken in vain, and her heart beat again, but now in a different way. Fear receded along with it, replaced by admiration and obsession. Alice pulled herself away from the unworthy behaviour, clenched her palms and pushed the fear away completely. She moved a little closer and made as dignified and calm a face as possible, hiding behind the back of her Master, who was now curiously studying the warrior's 'upgrade' and nodding with a satisfied look, as if agreeing with the invisible interlocutor.

'He's... ignoring me? How... dare... you...'

Such an attitude did not leave the evil 'sword' indifferent. Astoria, having merged with Aureta and received a bouquet of her emotions, cringed, perplexed by her interlocutor's outward calmness. She has to go to great lengths to keep control! And he was talking to himself and smiling wryly as if nothing was happening!

- Hm, Astoria, I can congratulate you, although if you look at it from the other side, this situation may not make you happy... Or not? Are you sure? Then it's even better and not even a pity. Ahem, so Aure...

- Not... unworthy... n-legs... dirt underfoot...' Astoria growled involuntarily and through gritted teeth, interrupting her interlocutor at half a word, along with giving him the unflattering bouquet of her opinion of him with her expression and fiery gaze alone, naturally without the blonde's participation. Who was finding it more and more difficult to keep herself in control of her emotions and body with each passing second, especially paying attention to the faint exhaustion between her legs, which made the girl blaze with shame.

'Ugh... again... these feelings... want... can't... h-nha...'

Arien looked her over, paying special attention to the girl's pretty, slightly flushed face and shook his head, grinned like a little child and looked at her with the kindest and most understanding look he could muster. As if he had not just been sent to three letters and put in the mud.

What can I say, he didn't care, but the onlookers didn't.

'S-bitch! Dare to insult the Overlord!!! I won't forgive you! I won't forgive you! I won't forgive!'

'Brother... how long will you put up with her? Give the order and she will regret what she did!'

'What... why is big sister... acting like this?'

'Sis.... What's wrong with you? You're... not like that, are you!'

But modestly remained silent, waiting for the denouement, occasionally casting a glance at the only guy.

- Auretha, if you feel that way, how about a fair fight on my terms? - He said with a sly smile, immediately noticing his companion's indignation and hastening to explain his point of view, 'Because if we start fighting, you might get hurt! And that's the last thing I want for you! - with a smile, overly emotional, expressed the guy and made a pompous step forward, which surprised everyone present with what he said.

- Huh?...? What's he talking about, Skadia-chan? - She asked her friend in a timid voice.

- Hm...

Astoria, who had gained 'special' sword abilities, now sensed the sincere intentions and bulged her eyes, looking at the relaxed guy she had recently threatened with death! And he was clearly not going to fight! It looked like he wasn't talking to an opponent, but a friend and partner! Such a defiant attitude and frivolity... it was bribing. Her second person, who was innocent in character and mind and considered almost a child, felt it too - she became frightened, doubting the adequacy of the guy, as well as her words, and went into thought.

'Sheath... worthy... or... no, why... strange... feelings... This guy is... weird. Doesn't want to bat...? No... wants to... but... differently? How? I want to know, but you can't... he's not worthy yet! He has to earn it! I wonder, wait... yes - a rival! I'll give him a chance!' - if she could, her heart raced to the beat of her thoughts, but her control over her body was only partial, so she was only overcome with doubt.

And while she was analysing her rival's outgoing intentions, Arien barely visible swung his hand - signalling to his little sister - and stepped over the extinguished fire under the gazes of the two shrinking girls. To them, it looked as if the dim-witted lad had voluntarily entered the tiger's cage!

'This guy... he doesn't... feel the atmosphere at all?' - Scadia slammed her eyes shut, not knowing whether to admire the guy's coolness or be perplexed by the daredevil's reckless act, but if everything was resolved peacefully, she would thank him inappropriately!

'He's either crazy or... he has tremendous willpower! That's right! He's blessed by the god of justice! He's the Chosen One!' - searched for an excuse for the nun, lest the usual routine collapse before her eyes.

Meanwhile, the guy, taking advantage of the general atmosphere, reduced the distance between him and the blonde completely, gently and firmly embraced Astoria - not at all expecting such a turn 'Aureta' and gently stroked her head.

'Eh? He's... what's he doing! Stroking? W-what...why...does it...feel good?'

The possessed woman was confused at such a thing, losing her composure and slammed her eyes shut, looking into the kind and pale blue eyes of the guy who was quite close and leaning in close to her.

- I'm not going to hurt you, Aureta, let's just talk, and then, if you want, we'll spar and decide if I'm worthy,' he said with a glint in his eyes.

It was the first time Astoria was this close to a man and her heart fluttered and her ears flushed. A second of eye contact and his word made the possessed woman feel a warmth in her chest, an affectionate embrace and pure 'love', with an unwillingness to harm her, and at the same time the pressurising Aura began to weaken. Astoria felt her 'housemate' stop pressuring her and trying to take control.

- N-don't get me wrong... I'm not doing this for you.... I-I need to rest...and collect my thoughts! - in a very different way, between childish and adult, Astoria said, looking at the guy with the challenge and interest of her two-coloured eyes, finally suppressing her aura and returning control of her body to its true owner.

The blonde froze for a few seconds, eyes bulging, and then oohed and winced as the guy's strong palms came down on her shoulders.

- That's it, Astoria, it's okay,' he said fondly, and Astoria nodded with a forced smile, looking down at herself and shivering at her own frightening appearance. She grimaced as if she'd eaten a lemon and hung her sword on her hip, which immediately became covered in a dark mist and almost fused with part of her armour.

- Thank you... Arien-sama...' she said distantly, sighing bitterly as she watched the sword metamorphose.

Arien nodded, gave her a final pat on the shoulder and stood back, watching as the girl hopped in place.

'The armour weighs nothing! It's amazing and incredibly comfortable! I... feel nothing, no discomfort at all!' - I nodded to myself and turned to the guy.

- Mister... this is normal, isn't it? - With a weary look, she looked back at herself, 'mum, will you explain what's going on here? Is it okay that I've changed in appearance? Or that I'm wearing a strange armour that felt like nothing and weighed: 'nothing'?

Arien echoed her sigh, lit the extinguished fire with a wave of his hand, nodded, checked the condition of the two frightened girls, made sure they were in adequate condition and not going to attack, smiled approvingly and invited them to sit down, addressing them all.

- Well, firstly, I apologise for the incident that frightened everyone - I am truly sorry. Through my fault... my... that is, former, one could say - legendary sword, has found its true owner, and there is no need to be frightened... she is just stroppy and impulsive... suddenly awakened and confused!

Gathering the stares of the three girls, who were about to explode with questions, he hurried to continue and for a minute he was telling them that the sword was an animate and legendary ancient artefact, that they shouldn't be afraid of their friend's changes and it was for the best, because she was now a strong 'Hero!'. And not just any hero, but a hero of antiquity and the best in the world!

He described her so colourfully and sublimely, each time changing the intonation of his voice from mysterious to admiring, so believably soft and unobtrusive that even his little sister believed his words and looked at him with admiration, stroking her filled belly of love.

With every sentence they said, the atmosphere changed before their eyes. The feeling of awkwardness and fear around them disappeared, and they themselves sat around the fire and basked in its warmth. Their frightened friends now looked at the blonde with awe, and their fear was replaced by admiration! They sincerely rejoiced at their elder sister's happiness! Confusing the latter more and more, and if at first she treated all this with scepticism and distrust, after a while, feeling the sincere 'truth' in the words of the Lord, she finally believed and stopped being afraid of the 'neighbour' in her head. After all, in her childhood she had been read such books about heroes many times, and here was a living proof of what had been said! And the arguments of the tired mind were looking for a way out, and it came on a platter.

And though the transformation was painful and unpleasant, and she herself changed in appearance, she already felt a huge surge of strength and strange knowledge. And her gaze compared the boy's armour with her own. And each time, she was more and more convinced that he was right, because they were very similar in appearance! And if her hunch was correct...

- In truth, my sister and I are the last descendants of this hero, and this sword has been a family heirloom for generations! Alas, we are the last of his descendants. But I'm glad that Aureta has finally awakened and found a 'worthy' owner! - he finally finished everyone, even his sister, and smiled at the sight of the faces stretched out in surprise, proudly showing off his chest.

- Oh... really?

- So you're a descendant of a hero?

- You are an incredible person!

Eulogised breaths from the three girls rang out, under the modest smile of a guy with cheerful sparks in his eyes.

'How does he know all this...? Is he lying or... am I really... like this?' - Along with the rest of the girls, Auretha listened to the guy's praise and became more and more entranced by his words, and if she could, her ears would be glowing with embarrassment and her face would be flaming. Without noticing it herself, she believed his words more and more, and her gaze warmed a little. After all, she had no memory of her own as such, only fundamental knowledge. She even felt ashamed of herself for attacking him and humiliating him in every possible way. However, it was his own fault and he was doing it in front of her!!!! How could one not go into a rage here?

'Arien-sama~ I knew it! I knew it!!! You... you really are a true hero! I... will... be happy... to... share... with... you... life...' - The heated emotions of gratitude and admiration, finally unstoppable, rushed over Astoria, engulfing her in an unrestrained torture of pleasure. It made everything between her legs wet, and butterflies fluttered in her stomach. The armour was not only a protection, but also a good clothing, so that the embarrassment of the abundant stream 'remained' unnoticed by the others. Only the sharply blushing Astoria, who bit her lip with desire, stood out not only for her heavy breathing, but also for something else, which the boy immediately understood, as well as one person who had tasted something new for the first time, and this new thing, in her opinion, was pleasant and tasty.

- So you are a descendant of the hero! Then that explains your actions! - The enthusiastic nun squeaked, closing her hands in prayer to her god. - May God guide you to the right path...

- That... really... explains it all, sir hero... - Scadia nodded respectfully, turning her attention to the abruptly silenced Astoria. - Big sister... are you... okay...?..?

Scadia rose and moved closer to her, placing a palm to her forehead.

- You're... burning up, are you alright? - Concerned, she shuffled around her.

- D-dha... n-just... tired... yeah... ha-ha... ha...' she wailed nervously under the stares of everyone else and blushed more furiously than before.

- I understand...' Scadia nodded with a sympathetic look. - The energy... mana, maintenance goes into the armour? Am I right? - She ran her hand over the soft, yet hard armour with interest.

Astoria squirmed in her seat, nodding her head rapidly as if she were a dummy.

The nun, folding her hands in the sign of prayer, bowed to the boy and hurried over to Astoria.

- Sister, you need to rest! You're more exhausted than anyone else today, and you need rest more than we do! Come on, I'll help you... that is... and how do you take off your armour?

And the trio of girls stared thoughtfully at the armour, and it disappeared... or... no, it transformed into small growths on the sides of the head, into a narrow and specific 'swimming costume', and very open, almost nothing hiding pubes, but actively absorbing moisture... The sword, by the way, disappeared.

- Oh-oh-oh... - Okita was embarrassed with barely visible envy, giving a studying look to Astoria, who was gulping air with her mouth like a beached fish and blushing, which made her pale skin turn a different colour.

- Bravely... sister...' Okita covered her view and helped her up. - I'm sorry... Sir hero, but I need to help you, good night... - the sorceress nodded over her shoulder and led, or rather pushed forward to the only sleeping bag....

- O Mother Earth, full of mercy, grant this child peace of mind and your blessing... - praying once more in Astoria's wake, Okita turned around and bowed again. - Thank you for saving us, sir hero! - And shuffled off after her friends....

- Nothing...' he nodded in her wake, and said in a low, almost whispering voice, 'fuck....