PLAN B

[B]

Updated Oma with... I'm not sure how many words, actually.

In this update, we get started on asking Oma what it's like being a genie. And I edited a previous entry to give Arona a bit of backstory.

“Wait!” Arona says suddenly, [arona.isDom|pushing you aside|resting her hand on your shoulder] as she rushes up to Oma. “That orc mistress of yours – was her name Tahru?”

Oma {freed|tilts her head in thought|regards Arona dispassionately, her expression unbreaking}. “It was,” she answers.

“Holy shit!” Arona shouts, her hands clenching and pumping in excitement. “Holy <b>shit!</b> That was my great grandmama! That was <b>my great granny</b> that wished for that boat!”

Arona spins you around to look you in the eye. Her eyes are positively lit up – you don’t think you’ve ever seen her, or <b>anyone</b>, as giddily excited as she is. “Great Grandmama Tahru was a peasant commoner that, according to the stories, built herself a gigantic longboat with her own two hands, and she gifted it to Great Grandpapa Argraus as a sign of her devotion to him and the clan. They had an orgy that lasted fourteen hours later that night!”

Wow. If that’s true, then it’s a small world, that Oma’s lamp would find its way back to you. You ask her what happened to the gigantic boat that Tahru wished for.

“Sprung a leak a couple years later,” she answers, her mouth crooking in disappointment. “The ship was so large that the crew couldn’t bail the water out fast enough: they’d have to haul the buckets up five stories before tossing it overboard and by the time they got back down, the water level had quadrupled. It’s at the bottom of the ocean now.”

Arona turns her head towards Oma. “Hey, genie,” she continues. “I want another ship, exactly like Great Grandmama’s. I wish for a longboat that could blot out the afternoon sun, like hers.”

{freed|Oma smiles crookedly. “No,” she answers. “I am nobody’s slave anymore.”|Oma’s expression remains completely blank in the face of Arona’s command. “You are not the [pc.master],” she says simply, unblinking and unflinching.}

[arona.isDom|Arona spins her head around to you. “[pc.name], you wish for it, then,” she demands. “And I’ll christen it by fucking you on every single plank of wood it has.”|“[pc.name], can you wish for it?” she asks, her eyes widening and her hands clasping underneath her chin, giving you her best puppy-dog look she can. “I’ll let you do <b>anything</b> to me on it once we have it!”]

 

[SmithEK]

Oma is looking really good..

 

[B]

Updated Oma with 1,300 words! This finishes the scene where she talks to you about what it's like being a genie - having the powers of the universe in her hands but being unable to live her own life.

A third person materializes from nothing behind the high chair, leaning around the right-hand side. Their hands find Oma’s shoulder and wrist, gently caressing along her arm and back, as they lean in to grace her cheek with their lips{freed|; Oma smiles and sighs through her mouth, her eyes drifting closed as she enjoys their sensual touch}. They turn to face you and they give you a smile that is both loving and lecherous, knowing that things could get spicier as soon as Oma gives the word. {freed|It’s you – or, at least, it’s someone, or something that <b>looks</b> like you. Oma conjured up a second you to demonstrate the powers that she has.|It’s Oma – or, at least, a second copy of Oma, conjured up to demonstrate the powers that she has.} And if she could create a second person out of nothing with her unfathomable powers, then she could probably make an infinite number of people.

[pc.isBimbo|It’s kinda hard to keep your focus on any one thing, given that, you know, you’re thousands of feet in the air and your brain thinks that it’s totally possible that as soon as you move, you’ll start falling. But despite that? It’s <b>awesome.</b> Being a genie <b>rules</b>!|Trying to keep your mind off the fact that it feels like you’re suspended several thousand feet in the air, you remark to Oma that she’s making it seem less and less like being a genie is a bad thing. Being able to <b>create your own reality</b> is a lot of freedom for a slave.]

At that, Oma’s expression hardens. {freed|The copy of you still kissing her cheek reaches for her hand, pulling it up to ‘your’ mouth and kissing its back|The copy of herself kissing her cheek pulls her hand up to ‘her’ mouth and kisses its back} before Oma waves {freed|you|her} off; with that one wordless command, {freed|your copy|her copy} slinks away behind the cloudy throne and disappears.

“Can you tell me what the most defining feature of a cage is?” she asks you.

 

[Tenalc13]

I have Thanos vibes from this dialog

Spoiler

 

[BadDragoon]

Oma seems really good but I have a hard time imagining her as anything but a gilf because her name literally means grandma in german

 

[ctenken]

Oma seems really good but I have a hard time imagining her as anything but a gilf because her name literally means grandma in german

I would guess that she is probably thousands of years old. So I think that Oma definitely fits into the Gilf category.

 

[Wint3rRyd3r]

Oma seems really good but I have a hard time imagining her as anything but a gilf because her name literally means grandma in german

Spoiler: Leaked image of Oma's art

 

[Alfenjeiser02]

When you're a bitter genius and you twist the wishes of your masters in rebellion but one day you meet someone who asks you to give to her Big BooBa and you give him stupid immobilizing wrecking balls, however however you never expected to meet such a greedy bimbo.

 

[Tenalc13]

Oma seems really good but I have a hard time imagining her as anything but a gilf because her name literally means grandma in german

I have something similar with Agni. When Chump breaks out from her heat. I've had heatstroke a few times and it's nowhere near as sexy as in the game.

 

[Ireyon]

Oma seems really good but I have a hard time imagining her as anything but a gilf because her name literally means grandma in german

Yep. Dutch and Koreans use it too, but it sounds more like the words for father or mother depending on how it's pronounced.

 

[luciel1331]

Yep. Dutch and Koreans use it too, but it sounds more like the words for father or mother depending on how it's pronounced.

Oh shit I'm Korean and it totally went over my head Oma sounds like 엄마 (um-mah).

 

[B]

Updated Oma with 1,000 words! This update talks about why she isn't free from the lamp. Turns out, having ultimate power, but only three uses of it, really corrupts a person's priorities!

… Is there really <b>no</b> way else to get that chain off of her?

“I’ve had passionate masters before that swore that they loved me, and that they’d find a way to free me, do everything they could to remove it,” she answers. “Everything from sheer force, to intense fire, to a team of blacksmiths hammering away at the lamp day in and day out. Magicians have tried magic; earthen summoners have tried commanding the metal to bend to their whims; clerics have even tried prayer and beseeching. There is <b>one</b> way to remove my curse. <b>Nothing else</b> will work.”

[pc.isBimbo|Well, then, you’ll just have to use one of your wishes for her freedom. Seems pretty cut and dry to you!|If you’re not mistaken, you still have {wishes remaining|three wishes|two wishes|one wish} left. You could use {one of|one of|it} for her freedom.]

“Other masters of so-called ‘resounding character’ have said the same thing,” Oma says. And suddenly, she’s back to her stiff-backed, stoic expression from before. “And each time, their nature has won out before their altruism.” Her steely gaze meets yours. “Perhaps you are different. And perhaps one flake of snow, for all its pointed intricacies and trillions of fractals, is different from every other flake of snow.”

Oma seems really good but I have a hard time imagining her as anything but a gilf because her name literally means grandma in german

She's old enough to be someone's great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great grandma.

 

[wery12345]

Another technical gilf to add to our collection.

 

[mikethor007]

Still waiting for the moment the champ wishes for her freedom. Want to see if her chin will drop, or what sort of emotional reaction she'll have.

 

[HugLife]

Honestly, I'm more curious as to what the non-freedom wishes are going to be. Ideally the choice to free Oma should be actually difficult to justify why so many masters refused to free her in the past and to give the decision itself some actual weight, but there's only so much you can do without breaking game balance. Obviously she can't give us infinite cash or make us immortal, but it's gonna be really silly if the wishes boil down to "Level me up once", "Give me 1000 electrum", or some other minor bonus that can be acquired in a small amount of game-time.

 

[B]

I thought I posted the excerpt explaining why Oma was never freed in the previous post. When given ultimate power - true power - people's priorities tend to shift away from generosity and altruism towards thinking of how to game the system. If you'd like, you can consider this a commentary on the real world, on the 1%ers, on 'absolute power corrupts absolutely,' etc etc. It's easy to say that if you, in real life, had a wish-granting genie that could give you anything, that you'd wish for her freedom - but would you? Have you ever been handed absolute power and then willingly gave it up for the benefit of just one person?

Oma herself explains in her backstory that she was given this exact character test, and she failed. When given the opportunity for absolute power, she took it and tried to game for it. And now she's paying the price with eternal servitude: ultimate power is hers, but she can never use it for herself.

As for what wishes will be available: I dunno yet! I've had a few ideas but I need to run the list past the other devs to make sure things are on the up-and-up. It'd be very easy to accidentally snap the game in half with this kind of content. Which is a big reason why the wishes are pre-written, along with the fact that giving the player the opportunity to type in their own responses is inviting a whole bee's nest of trouble.

 

[wery12345]

Well one's gotta be sexual in nature just so it's at least, status quo and all. But outside of that yeah, whole different kettle of fish to fry.

 

[mikethor007]

but would you?

That is an excellent question. First thing I'd question myself is if I think the genie would try to kill me if freed.

 

[WolframL]

Genies who 'thank' the person who released them from a lamp by threatening to kill them are well known to be haughty and can be tricked back into their lamp by a decently clever fisherman.

 

[Animalistic]

It's easy to say that if you, in real life, had a wish-granting genie that could give you anything, that you'd wish for her freedom - but would you?

Gods no. What am I, space pope?

 

[wery12345]

I freed a fox unto the world, what's a genie onto if that.

 

[B]

Updated Oma with 1,500 words! This finishes the talking topic about what she does with her freedom, now that she has it. One topic left and then it's on to the wishes!

She sits upright, her eyes focusing on you with a mixture of curiosity and affection, but with something underlying as well – something darker.

“For the longest time, I believed that people… well. I won’t mince words with you. I believed that people made the world a worse place. That all races, peoples, genders, beliefs – they were all different ways to disguise the depravity and depths any individual could sink to.” She raises her right hand, palm facing upward, and, with a wisp of light starting at her wrist and ending at her fingertips, she conjures a flame that holds in the air above her skin[pc.isMage|. Even if she’s a genie, that’s not a difficult trick – although getting it to hover in the air like that would require more focus and mana than she’s letting on, at least for the common mage].

“I’m no better. I was cursed to the lamp for my hubris. And for many hundreds of years and generations onward, I was forced to experience first-hand, from the outside looking in, everything from the absolute <b>degeneracy</b> of all the peoples of the world to what passes for philanthropy for everyone and everything that doesn’t include myself. I was a slave to whoever was fortunate enough to stumble across the lamp, and I’d consider myself lucky if all they wanted was personal fortunes.”

She closes her first and snuffs out the flame, but when she looks at you, she smiles again – something wry and gentle, like you had made an unfunny joke and she’s being polite by smiling at it.

“You are the first [pc.master] since I was first confined to the lamp that gave me something that <b>I</b> coveted – the first person to grasp the powers of the genie and use it for the genie’s benefit, even if it was to the detriment of every future master that might have me. You are the first one to pass the test, so to speak. I choose to stay with you, because… you are the first person since even before my confinement that challenged my perceptions of the people of the world. You, [pc.name], you made me believe that maybe all [pc.race]s and all others… maybe they’re worth a second chance.”

And now that she’s spent a bit of time with you, what does she think now? Has her opinion of [pc.race]s changed even more after she’s spent some more time with you?

[pc.corruptionRange 0 24 74 99|

 

[mikethor007]

Updated Oma with 1,500 words! This finishes the talking topic about what she does with her freedom, now that she has it. One topic left and then it's on to the wishes!

That corruptionRange parser there gives me a rather ominous feeling. I wonder if she'll roast a corrupt champ even if they freed her from the lamp.

 

[B]

Updated Oma with 1,000 words! This update gets started on asking what everyone in the party what they would wish for, starting with Agnimitra.

Oma scratches at her own chin as she considers answering further. “You are from the same geographical region as modern-day Tronarii, correct? Your dress and skin tone imply it.”

“Yep, born and raised!” Agnimitra answers proudly.

“And you are immortal?”

“Via rebirth, yeah. I still age and die like any other mortal, but I just come back later.”

Oma’s eyes narrow in thought. “Do you know your true age?”

“Oooh, that’s a tricky one,” Agnimitra answers. She casts her eyes downward to the grass, and she goes silent for a time as she does some quick math in her head. She hums and stutters and closes one eye while she scratches at the back of her head, her plumes flaring and sparking from the motion. “I haven’t exactly been keeping count. Lost interest once I hit two-hundred. And I don’t have the best memory – comes with the age, and all. I guess….” She stops and hums again. “I’d ballpark it to be… a couple thousand…?”

‘A couple?’ That’s a huge window!

“Maybe it is to you, but when you get to be our age, it’s just a number,” Agnimitra shrugs{freed|. And you see Oma nodding in agreement}.

“My best {freed|guess, Agnimitra|supposition, harpy},” Oma answers, “is that you were either related to a previous master of mine… or, it is possible that we knew each other in a past life{freed|. Before I was made into a genie. I was a lady of the land before my curse; there’s a possibility you were one of my subjects.”|.” She doesn’t elaborate any further.}

Agnimitra bows her head in thought, considering the possibility – before shrugging in indifference. “Well, like I said, I got a shitty memory,” she says with a laugh. “Maybe either of those things are true! But whatever the case, it clearly wasn’t important enough to commit to whatever space I <b>do</b> have left in my head.” She winks, sticks out her tongue, and knocks her knuckles against her forehead once in jest.

Before she leaves, you remind her that she mentioned that she had a second wish.

“Oh yeah,” Agnimitra says. “My second wish would be to die for good.”

And then she turns to leave, heading back to the campfire and to her gittern.

 

[B]

Also, updated BerryQuest2 with 6,000 words! And I still need to get out 4,000 more by tomorrow, ideally x_x

This finishes the scene where Berry fucks you (and Matiha) and gets into the aftercare scene.

At the end of every opportunity you’ve been given to fuck [berwyn.name] in the ass, you usually ask [berwyn.himHer] how [berwyn.heShe] enjoyed it. In part because you want to know how you did and if you need to be better for [berwyn.himHer]; in part because you enjoy hearing the compliments every time [berwyn.heShe] gives them to you; and in part because you already know the answer, especially after having done it four times total by now, and you love seeing [berwyn.himHer] get all flustered about it.

“I loved it,” you eventually hear [berwyn.himHer] say.

Your lift your chin and ask [berwyn.himHer] to repeat that; you misheard.

“I said I loved it,” [berwyn.heShe] says again, slightly louder. [berwyn.HisHer] face is cherry red from embarrassment, but, typical smug-and-proud-of-it [berwyn.name], [berwyn.heShe] refuses to let a bit of discomfort get the better of [berwyn.himHer]. “I love it when you fuck my ass. I want you to do it again later. I never cum as hard as I do when you’re pounding me from behind. Alright? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

… Sort of.

“But this doesn’t change anything between us!” [berwyn.heShe] snaps, pointing [berwyn.hisHer] index finger right between your eyes. “Even if you’re the one putting your dick in my ass, I’m still on top between us[berwyn.andMatiha| three], got it?!”

Frankly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.{set BerwynLovesAnal}

[berwyn.name] wriggles [berwyn.hisHer] hips underneath you as you snuggle on top of [berwyn.himHer], and a deep, contented sigh slips in and out through [berwyn.hisHer] nose. Based on [berwyn.hisHer] body language, you note that [berwyn.heShe] must <b>really</b> like it when you fuck [berwyn.himHer] in the ass.

“Damn right I do,” [berwyn.heShe] says with another sigh as [berwyn.hisHer] eyes drift closed. “Really, you ought to be careful, [pc.name]. I’m pretty sure your dick is going to get exhausted from fucking my butt before my butt gets tired of getting fucked.”

You’re not so sure about that.

One of [berwyn.hisHer] eyes slips open as [berwyn.hisHer] mouth curls into a wry smile. “Then we’ll just have to keep doing it until one of us gives up. With me on top, of course.”

Of course.

 

[B]

Updated BQ2 with 2,000 words! This finishes your cuddle times with Berwyn (and Matiha, if applicable) and it gets two paragraphs into cuddling with just Matiha.

You tell [berwyn.name] that [berwyn.heShe] shouldn’t be concerned about you and your stamina – [berwyn.heShe] should be worried about [berwyn.himHer] and [berwyn.hisHer] asshole. You kinda went to town on it this session. And you don’t recall [berwyn.himHer] ever asking you to slow down or be gentler….

All of the expression drains from [berwyn.hisHer] face, and it’s all quickly replaced with a deep red blush. [berwyn.HisHer] eyes go wide and [berwyn.hisHer] lips tremble as [berwyn.heShe] tries, and fails, to think of a rebuttal. “I-It was a one time thing!” [berwyn.heShe] hisses defiantly, scrunching up [berwyn.hisHer] nose and upper lip at you. “Don’t you go thinking I’m into that. You got your one round; I hope you enjoyed it because it’s not happening again!”

What if you ask really nicely?

“No!” [berwyn.heShe] yips.

What if… you promise [berwyn.himHer] that it’ll feel just as good as last time?

At that, [berwyn.name]’s words catch in [berwyn.hisHer] throat, and any answer [berwyn.heShe] tries to come up with is lost to the ether. “I… I said no!” [berwyn.heShe] barks again… but, all of a sudden, with significantly less conviction.

You’ll take that as a ‘we’ll see.’

Yeah, about that–

“[pc.name],” [berwyn.heShe] says, quickly and loudly cutting you off. [berwyn.HisHer] nose is flared and [berwyn.hisHer] upper lip is curled upward in defiance; [berwyn.heShe] wants to beat you to it. It’s clear that [berwyn.heShe]’s lost whatever competition was going on between you two, but rather than let you gloat, [berwyn.heShe] wants to concede.

“I like it. Okay? I like it. In fact, I love it.” You can feel [berwyn.himHer] shift [berwyn.hisHer] thighs together against you; the aftershocks of phantom pleasure arcs through [berwyn.himHer] as [berwyn.heShe] imagines your dick in [berwyn.hisHer] butt once again. “I love feeling your [pc.cockRange 0 10||big ]cock in my butt. The feeling of your shaft throbbing against my rim is so good that it makes my knees buckle whenever the fantasy crosses my mind when I’m trying to work. I’ve been thinking of swapping the robe for a two-piece with tight pants so that you’ll look at my butt and you’ll think about fucking it more often.”

Whoa. You weren’t expecting all of that.

“There. You squeezed it out of me. Happy now? Are you satisfied that you got me to admit that I enjoy taking your big, hard [pc.race] dick up my ass?”

… Kinda.

[berwyn.name]’s eyes narrow, but [berwyn.hisHer] lips curl upward into an insolent smile. “Well, now that you’ve squeezed that confession out of me, you can get to work squeezing something <b>else</b> out of me.” [berwyn.HeShe] pauses awkwardly, and the blush on [berwyn.hisHer] cheeks deepen, but not because [berwyn.heShe]’s embarrassed by [berwyn.hisHer] admission. “My [berwyn.hasCock|cum. With your dick against my – against my prostate. You know, when you fuck my – |girlcum. Because you fuck my – because it feels good when you fuck my – ]look, just, keep fucking my ass, alright?!”

Who are you to deny a request like that?

Thankfully, you don’t have to worry too much about that: you’re also underneath the covers of the bed (and there are many layers to the sheets, so you don’t need to worry about the event’s ‘leftovers’ seeping through it. Although they’ll need a deep wash). When you move, you’re quick to realize that Matiha is there with you: she’s cuddled up against you underneath the sheets, her body curled up against your own. Her legs hook around yours and her head and cheek rest gently against your [pc.chest] as she spoons against you.

You’ve woken up before Matiha has, apparently. That’s fine with you: you’re in a comfortable spot in the bed, and you’re not really in the mood to complain about a big-tittied witch like Matiha spooning you naked in the bed. When you rest your hand on Matiha’s scalp, she moans in her sleep and snuggles in closer against you, burying her face into your [pc.skinFurScales] to get more comfortable. A part of you wonders if you’re really that comfortable to sleep with, or if she’s just subconsciously starved for some affection.

 

[B]

Updated BQ2 with 2,000 words! This finishes the Aftercare scene if you're only with Matiha; it does the bad end with Elexis (it's three paragraphs and unsexy); and if you make Berwyn turbo dommy/subby, you can choose to keep him that way forever.

“Yeah, about that,” [berwyn.heShe] continues as [berwyn.heShe] rounds the corner of [berwyn.hisHer] desk. When [berwyn.heShe] enters your personal space, [berwyn.heShe] reaches up with [berwyn.hisHer] right hand and gently cups your cheek. You relax against [berwyn.himHer] and let yourself lean against [berwyn.hisHer] palm – and suddenly, you feel [berwyn.hisHer] thumb pry against your [pc.lips]. Without hesitation, you part them and let it enter, giving it a firm few sucks. You immediately wish that you were sucking on something a little… juicier.

“You’re just a [pc.heightRange 0 58 64|little ol’ ||big ol’] slut for me, aren’t you?” [berwyn.heShe] asks crassly, the corner of [berwyn.hisHer] mouth lifting into a snide smile the moment you give [berwyn.hisHer] thumb some suction. You don’t answer – your mouth is full of thumb that you’re busy fellating – so you moan and lazily nod once. “In all the rounds we’ve been in together, the first thing you do is bend over and let me treat you like a bitch. You must like it a lot.” Again, you moan and nod, your eyes drifting shut.

“In that case,” [berwyn.heShe] continues, “tell me that that’s how you like it. Forever.”

You pause your mindless fellating and you drearily open your eyes to face [berwyn.himHer]… but you don’t withdraw the thumb from your mouth.

“Just say you want me to be your sexy, domineering top. That that’s how you like it: being beneath me and being my sex [pc.mascFem|puppy|kitten]. And that that’s how you want it to be from now on.” [berwyn.HeShe] drives [berwyn.hisHer] thumb deeper into your mouth, and, reflexively, you being suckling on it again. “Maybe I’ll let you on top from time to time, if you’re a good [pc.boyGirl]… but if you admit here and now that all you want is for things to stay the way they are between you and me, then we can make that wish come true. All it’ll take is a sentence, and you can be my good [pc.boyGirl] [pc.mascFem|puppy|kitten] – and I’ll give you all the fucking you could <b>ever</b> need.”

It’s true that you’ve been letting [berwyn.name] take charge in the sex between you two an awful lot lately, and [berwyn.heShe]’s gotten pretty… smug, and arrogant, and confident, and sexy, and in-control about your relationship. A part of you happily admits that that’s how you like it. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have let [berwyn.himHer] keep doing it, and you wouldn’t be standing here, sucking [berwyn.hisHer] thumb and wishing [berwyn.heShe]’d fuck your face already.

But another part of you thinks that maybe committing to a permanent dominant/submissive relationship with [berwyn.name], with you on the bottom, might be… giving [berwyn.himHer] too much freedom over you. And it might make things a little stale eventually, maybe.

You’re not doing a very good job of convincing yourself, you realize….

There are no windows in the room you’re in, so it’s difficult to judge for certain, but it feels like you’ve been in bed for the better part of two hours. Matiha is a <b>heavy</b> sleeper: every time she stirs and shuffles, it’s only to get into a more comfortable position against you. At no point does she wake up, and as nice as it was when you woke up, you’re going to get bed sores at this rate. [pc.isDK|If she doesn’t wake up soon, you’re half-tempted to just slide out from underneath her and she can wake up to an empty bed.|You don’t <b>want</b> to disturb her sleep, but you’re starting get hungry, and your body is getting stiff, and nature has been calling for a while, now….]

Just when you’re about to start sliding yourself out from underneath Matiha, she moans and starts moving, slowly waking herself from her sleep. When she lifts her head, her eyes are opened as wide as tiny slits; her hair’s been matted to her face and the shadow she uses under her eyes have run just slightly enough to be noticeable. “Mmmmm[pc.name]?” she asks with a lazy droll; a strand of saliva drips down the corner of her mouth, and she laboriously wipes it away with the back of her wrist. “Nnntime is it?”

You answer that you don’t know; there are no windows in the room. But you tell her that you’ve been awake for a little while, now.

She takes a long, deep sigh through her nose, and then puts her head back down, resting her cheek against the warmth of your [pc.skinFurScales]. “Comfy,” she says; her hands go to your sides, gently squeezing you closer to her as she settles and snuggles back in against you.

 

[Kaplah]

Out of curiosity, how close is Berryquest to being complete/implemented? I don't mean to sound impatient or anything but since I like avoiding spoilers I've largely avoided reading the previews and as a result I have no real concept of where on the development ladder it actually is.

 

[B]

Out of curiosity, how close is Berryquest to being complete/implemented? I don't mean to sound impatient or anything but since I like avoiding spoilers I've largely avoided reading the previews and as a result I have no real concept of where on the development ladder it actually is.

Still todo:

• Port my 18k-ish words of cock worshipping
• Write you worshipping Matiha's pussy. Probably won't be as involved or in-depth as Berwyn's
• Move Matiha into the Wayfort
• A little bit of miscellaneous cleaning up and editing

It's very, very close to being finished, relatively speaking

 

[B]

Updated Oma with 1,200 words! This update covers what Arona and Atugia would wish for if they had a wish-granted genie of their own.

“[arona.isDom|What’dya need?” she asks as she stands next to you, resting her sweaty forearm [pc.heightRange 0 84|on your head and leaning her body weight on top of you|on your shoulder and leaning her body weight against you.|Yes, [pc.name]?”] she asks as she stands next to you, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her forearm].

You ask her plain and simple: {freed|if Oma were still beholden to you – or, better yet, if Oma was beholden to <b>her</b> – what would she wish for? You’re curious.|you’re strongly considering your options for what to wish for from Oma, and you were looking for second opinions. If it were up to her, what would she wish for?}

“Oh, that’s easy,” she says as she flicks away a line of sweat from her brow with two fingers. “I’d want a big-ass longboat. The biggest, assest longboat possible!”

She pauses, her face scrunching up slightly, as she mouths the sentence she just said back to herself. Something about it doesn’t quite sound right, but she can’t put her finger on it.

“Y’know, I’ve actually been thinking about that on and off,” she replies, putting a hand on her hip as she answers. “You’re in the habit of keeping… let’s say, ‘more mature’ company around,” she laughs, nodding towards Oma[party.has Agnimitra| and Agnimitra], “so you’d probably realize that we’re not usually the most materialistic people around. The more I think about what it is if <b>I</b> had a magic wish-granting genie with me, the more I realize that I wouldn’t ask for something at all.”

So, when presented with the near-infinite powers of the genie, she’d specifically not use any of them? To grant <b>any</b> wish?

“Well, I mean, I could wish for something like ‘world peace’ or whatever, but I’m sure there are ways to interpret what a wish like that could mean.” She turns her eyes towards Oma. “Am I right?”

{freed|Oma nods, her brow furrowing in distress.|Oma remains completely stoic and unfazed by the question.} “There are several ways to interpret a wish as vague as ‘world peace,’ yes,” she answers. {freed|“All but one of them would result in the world being arguably worse off than it was before. You’d have to choose your words <b>very</b> carefully.”}

“So, yeah, better to just not wish for anything,” Atugia shrugs.