Rika mirrored the look.
"Cosplay outfits," Kira announced. "Even the really juicy ones." She winked at Nyx, quoting, "Miss Valkyrie." Then at Kaiden. "Allfather."
The first sex video on Valhalla’s Sinners page, where Nyx spent long hours trying to create a DIY Valkyrie costu which she used to grovel before Kaiden as his loyal warrior angel and presented herself as the most devoted of followers.
Nyx’s cheeks flushed, and a private, dreamy smile spread across her lips. She rembered that mont well.
"..." Aria’s eyes narrowed.
Luna just laughed, rembering how much of a sub Nyx could be.
Nyx, anwhile, went from paying attention to being very, very interested. "Do go on..."
"Cosplays with zero restrictions, custom-fitted, from designers who owe us favors..." Rika purred.
"Not the cheap stuff you find at pop-up stores that rips if you breathe too hard." Kira’s fingers were counting again. "Silk wraps sourced from artisan weavers for our gorgeous pharaoh here," she nodded at Bastet, "because the stuff you’ve been using catches light wrong on cara. Real silk moves differently. It clings to your devastating curves... So. Much. Better."
She winked at the catwoman, "I bet Kaiden would not hate it..."
Bastet’s purring stopped. Her ears went straight up.
"Monster-hide corsetry for a certain demoness." Rika took over. "Custom-fitted to demonic proportions, because off-the-rack doesn’t account for a tail or horns, and standard leather can’t handle the body heat. We know a seamstress in Prague who works exclusively with monster-sourced materials. She’s insanely talented and she has truly no limitations on what she’s willing to produce... Frankly, I think she’s bored of the orders she’s been getting from us. You know, New Dawn wasn’t exactly interested in the ’good stuff’."
Calypso’s excited heartbeat was audible. "I’m listening."
"Moonlight-reactive fabrics exist," Kira added, glancing at Aria. "Small designers, experintal stuff. Imagine lingerie that actually glows when you channel... Or, well... Reach a really pleasant state of existence. We’ve seen prototypes."
Aria blinked a dozen tis in the span of three seconds.
"And for the speedy gremlin..."
"Oi."
"My apologies," Rika bowed respectfully before moving on shalessly. "Speed, lightning, and tear resistant materials. Because we’ve noticed that three of your intimate videos have ’incidents’ where, while Kaiden is really happy, you’re not so much..."
"That’s because it ripped when SOONE" Luna narrowed her eyes at Kaiden, then her cheeks reddened and her tone lost its edge, "Did so stuff and I couldn’t control myself."
"We know." Rika nodded along seriously. "We can fix that. Or supply extras, depending on whether the ripping is a feature or a bug."
"...Feature, I’m guessing..." Luna muttered with eyes that were fiery slits, aid at a certain man.
"Speaking of things that break." Kira’s voice dropped into a conspiratorial register. "Did you know that awakened won generate involuntary mana surges during orgasm? The average level 25 woman produces enough force to snap standard-grade silicone clean in half."
The couches got very quiet.
"Standard adult toys are built for normal won," Rika continued casually. "They’re not rated for awakened grip strength, mana conductivity, or the kind of pelvic force that a combat-trained woman generates when she’s really, truly enjoying herself."
"Hm." Luna mused. Her toy collection had been gathering dust for months now, but frankly she did not need toys thanks to a certain guy’s limitless libido. It was an interesting fact to learn, though.
"No need," Aria spoke up, hugging Kaiden’s arms closely to herself. "Kai takes good care of us."
"It was just one random example..." Kira giggled at how snappy Aria could be, loving the attitude.
"What about sothing more... adventurous?" Nyx spoke up.
*Cough* "Submissive bitch!" *Cough* Luna appeared to be having a coughing fit.
Rika’s eyes sparkled. "You an restraints?"
"Hypothetically," Nyx smiled.
"Hypothetically is exactly where it gets tricky." Kira leaned forward. "Because standard restraints are useless for awakened won. Your average silk ties, leather cuffs, even steel-grade handcuffs... a hypothetical woman, hypothetically at your level, could hypothetically snap them by flinching. Gags? Torn apart by teeth. Rope? Nope. Calypso, I don’t know if you want to try, but-"
"I do want to try."
Calypso’s voice cut through clean and imdiate.
The demoness was sitting up straighter, her grin wide enough to show teeth. Her tail was swaying behind her.
"Darling has been gentle. Too gentle." She leaned back, looking pleased. "I have many fans, you know. I’ve been reading their comnts." Her grin turned wicked. "Let’s just say they’ve been hoping for a video that captures my original subjugation’s tone."
"Why is everyone a hopeless sub here?!" Luna crossed her arms and scoffed.
Nobody acknowledged her.
"We’ve tried restraints, toys, the usual. Everything breaks when I get excited."
"Everything standard breaks," Rika corrected. "Awakened-grade bondage equipnt exists. Mana-dampening cuffs that suppress involuntary surges without suppressing sensation. Reinforced gags with flex cores that absorb bite force from awakened jaws. Restraint cables woven with mana-null threading that holds against A-tier strength without cutting into the skin."
"The problem is that this stuff is incredibly niche, incredibly expensive, and most people don’t even know it exists. The manufacturers don’t exactly advertise on billboards."
"But we know them," Rika finished. "Personally."
"And how exactly did that happen if I might ask...?" Aria spoke up. "You just admitted that New Dawn wasn’t interested in this kind of content creation."
"Lady Vespera called us days ago. We’ve been hard at work ever since. I haven’t gotten more than three hours of sleep," Kira puffed her chest out.
Calypso turned to Kaiden. Her eyes were bright, her grin shaless.
"Darling. I like these two. Resourceful minions who are loyal and happy to be in the background are the kind of supporters every great demon lord needs."
"..." Kaiden didn’t know what to say.
Bastet, who had been purring through the entire exchange with the quiet dignity of a woman above such conversations, spoke without opening her eyes.
"The silk wraps. You ntioned artisan weavers. How does it differ from what I’m wearing? How will my skin feel? How will it help seduce Master to make him fall for even further? I want to discuss how to highlight my unique charms..."
"Well, you see..."
...
The talk went on for a long ti. The girls seed to co around. It was no secret that they spent a lot of ti setting up their streams, the non-spontaneous ones. Editing and making thumbnails mostly fell to Kaiden, which was a task he could do without.
He wasn’t interested in assistants, or so he thought. There were too many possible negatives: loss of authenticity, intimacy, just more hassle than worth. But these two showcased they understood the Sinners’ exact strengths and did not try to change much at all, just elevate what was already working and to make their lives more hassle-free.
But then ca the finishing punch.
"Frankly..." Kira whispered. She glanced toward the far corner of the room.
Vespera was still there. All the professionals around her. Talia and Tessa absorbed into the circle. The Shadow Monarch’s hands were moving as she spoke, which ant she was drawing plans, restructuring, building sothing.
Kira looked back at Kaiden.
"I think your life is about to change really drastically," she said quietly. "And I don’t an just the streams. What you had ti and energy to work on until now, might be beneath you very, very soon ’Lord Ashborn’."
Nobody argued with the truth of that statent. Whether they liked it or not, there was no changing it now.
The ’orphan’ Kaiden Grey was the son of Vespera Ashborn.
"Either way," Rika said softly, "we’re here if you want us. We’d love to work with you, we really do, but the decision is yours."
Kira smiled. "And if the answer is no, we’ll just be your big fans from the outside."
Kaiden studied them for a long mont, then he opened his mouth.
"Kaiden."
Vespera’s voice ca from behind him. He turned. His mother had separated from the professional cluster and was standing a few paces away, her posture formal, her expression unreadable.
The cold and authoritative Vespera Ashborn the world was used to seeing.
"I’d like to speak with you."
...
The rest of the night passed without anyone getting a wink of sleep, for a great deal of decisions had to be made.
All of which culminated in an announcent that would shake the world.
A new guild had been registered.
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