User blog:Ore-samma/My Nureonago (rain) (new home)

Hello Fans, Ore-Samma here!

This one is a fan request from this forum = https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000068760/r/4400000000000456427

This one was easy to write, as the Nureonago is very much like the Nurarihyon. The relationship just 'happens' and there doesn't seem to be much build up for it.

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I hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-Samma

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“Does rain ever let up here?” I grumbled as we continued through the trade route once I got our cart unstuck from the sucking mud with my magic.

“Only for about a month in the dry season.” The guide said. “But even then, the entire air is just one large fog. It won’t rain, but that hardly matters cause you’ll be just as wet.”

“Great.” I mumbled. “How does anyone ever get dry then? I mean, seems like houses would be nothing but damp festering pockets of mold!”

The guide said something, but I couldn’t hear him.

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“What did you say?” I called out louder.

“Everything here is mold resistant.” He shouted back. “The only thing you gotta worry about is rust- but then again, that’s why everything here is made from Iron-wood, stone, or enchanted steel. Hey kid- you got your helmet, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“There are these slimes that sometimes come by on the road. If they see you smiling at them, they will follow you and eat you up! So, keep your helmet on at all times from here on out.” He said, donning his own.

I placed my helmet on and we continued onwards.

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It wasn’t much longer till we finally reached the trading outpost. We unloaded all of our goods and were given a waterproof voucher that was good at any of the banks in the Zipangu prefecture.

I stretched and warmed myself by the fire inside the Trading Guild hall, glad to be out of the rain and looked at a message board that advertised some houses and land.

“Hey! Are these prices for real?” I exclaimed, looking at a magical depiction of a plot of land that was near a plentiful forest with a stream, lake, and was even a day's journey to the sea!

“It sure is! Are you interested?” The Guildmaster said.

“Wait, hold a second. Why is the land here so cheap?”

“Think about it.”

“Oh!” I said, slapping my forehead, and spoke the same two words with the Guildmaster. “The rain.”

“But still!” I said, sifting through the imagery the enchanted advertisement had. I knew plenty of spells, I could certainly make use of my magical power and easily craft a fine house that was waterproof!

“Well, let me say this; we don’t get a lot of mages that want to take residence here. If you’re serious about permanently moving here, I will knock off another twenty percent on the land!”

“You’re kidding?” I exclaimed.

“Nope. You being here would mean that the prices on enchanted metal will go down. And who knows what else we may be able to do from a mutually beneficial friendship!”

“Okay, sounds good to me! Where is the land?”

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The Guildmaster opened the door and pointed. “See that hill, then the valley in the distance?”

I looked and pointed my finger, shooting a ball of light to rest on the spot he was pointing towards.

“Yeah! That’s it. About half a mile from here, and about two miles from the next nearest village.”

“Sir, you got a deal!” I said, holding out my hand.

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I stayed the night at the guildhall, casting my spells from the balcony to process the wood from the trees near my land, and into a fine looking house if my clairvoyance spells were working right. Complete with a fireplace, and even furnishing that I bought with another portion of the money I made from enchanting several sets of tools against the everpresent dampness and water.

“Move along now, move along!” I called out to the furnishings as they floated to my house and in the door, setting themselves in their proper place.

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“That’s some fantastic magic!” The Guildmaster said the next morning looking through his spyglass. “I’ve never seen a house that large go up that quick!”

I nodded. “Yep! I think it’s time to be on my way. I only wish I had a proper lady for my house. All the magic in the world, and I still can’t cook a decent meal!” I finished with a laugh.

I cast another spell to keep the rain off me as I walked, deciding that the extra magical strain would be worth it to not be soaked to the bone, and besides it was a short enough distance.

I walked, grinning at my house with it’s cheery lit interior and open windows to the world. Maybe in time I would place proper glass, but the idea of the cool damp air and the gentle breeze sounded divine.

As I walked I heard something to the side, I was about to look when I tripped and fell to the soft ground and splashed mud all over my helmet even through the grass.

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I felt a hand help me up and I removed my helmet smiling, thinking how friendly the locals were here. “Thank you! Man, this place is really starting to feel like home! The people are just so friendly!” I looked into the face of a beautiful woman who was about as wet as I was. “Hello!” I said, still smiling. “Thanks for helping me up! What’s your name?”

“Danelle.” She said with a smile, still holding onto my hand.

“Yes, well. It’s really wet and cold, can I offer you some tea?”

Danelle’s smile brightened even more and she nodded. “Thank you so much! What is your name?” She cooed as she held onto my arm as we walked together, her breasts pressing into my side.

“Arden.”

“That is such a lovely name, Arden.” Danelle said, leaning her head on my shoulder as we made our way to the front door.

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I looked about, the house was even better in person than from my clairvoyance spells! I set a kettle to boil on the already hot stove and summoned two large bath towels and handed one to Danelle.

“Here, dry yourself off. You must be cold.”

Danelle looked at the towel and back to me and smiled while shaking her head. “That won’t work on me. I’ll just soak that through and through.”

“What? Why?”

Danelle placed her hand on her chest. “Because I’m a slime, silly husband.”

“Slime? Husband? Hold up!” I cried out and cast my detection spell. Yes, she was a slime! I backed up and Danelle’s face took on an expression of hurt and concern.

“Husband? What’s wrong? Don’t you like me? I saw your smile, and I just knew that I would be yours forever!”

“Are-” I paused for a moment. “You aren’t going to eat me?”

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Danelle tilted her head to the side and licked her lips. “No, well...maybe? I mean, I already hunger for your seed and sweat and saliva. But do you mean your body?” She shook her head. “Why on earth would I ever harm you? I love you!” She exclaimed.

My magic told me that she was not lying and I stepped closer again, taking a better look at her form.

A sudden gust of wind blew through the house and dampened the fires and the light and cast the entire room in an ethereal pale blue glow.

Danelle gasped and reflexively shied into my chest from a particularly loud clap of thunder.

“Goodness.” She breathed, glancing out of the window. She sighed and turned her face to look at me. “I don’t think I will ever get used to thunder.”

I smiled again looking at her delicate features, not even realizing at first that I wrapped my arms around her. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.” I said, a little surprised that I would say something so cheesy and lame.

“You’re so wonderful.” Danelle whispered, resting her head on my chest. “You make me feel so safe.” She sighed and didn’t even budge to another bout of lightning and thunder.

I held her, wondering what to say, wondering what happens next when the tea kettle started to whistle. “The tea!” I said, about to let go when Danelle hugged me tighter.

“Hmmmmm, just a little while longer.” She cooed, turning her face up and rested her hands on my chest….her half-lidded eyes stared into my own. She rose on her toes and tilted her chin up, her lips slightly parting.

I moved one hand to cup her cheek, while the other rested on her breast just as our lips met. She gasped through her nose and pressed harder into the kiss, the collar of her kimono slipped from her shoulder, revealing her ample cleavage.

I focused my energy and slid the teapot aside and continued to bury my tongue into Danelle’s throat and caressed her soft body.

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Somehow in the midst of her taking off my clothes, and both of us groping and caressing each other, we wound up making love on the uncovered part of the porch, with the rain pouring down upon us both.

The chilly downpour was well-contrasted by the heat of both of our bodies as I thrusted myself into her in a mindless frenzied need. Every so often another flash of lightning or thunder would strike, casting the startling shadows amidst the blinding glare.

At last, with another flash of lightning we climaxed, both of us now sitting upright holding onto each other with her in my lap….our feverishly hot panting breaths misting in the cold night air, mixing with each other before being carried away by the breeze.

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With our passions cooling, I felt my body shiver, and Danelle quickly got up and insisted that I relax in the hot tub as she got the tea reheated and a snack ready.

Still naked, she slipped into the tub with me and fed me a piece of fresh strawberry, and added her kiss to my lips after I bit into the large fruit. “I could get used to this. I’m glad I built this home.”

Danelle shook her head. “Forgive me, Arden...but this is not your home...this is just a house.”

“Oh? And where would home be then?” I said accepting another bite of fruit with another kiss.

Danelle placed the tray of fruit away and settled upon my hardening flesh, letting out half a sigh and half a moan. She playfully bit into my neck and nibbled my ear as she rocked her hips against my pelvis. She pulled back and placed my hand to her chest, above her breasts. “Your home will always be with me, with the one who will love you forever.”