My Servant System

Finding Draka was incredibly easy, and upon doing so I was greeted with the sight of the Dragonkin freezing anything and everything around her with extreme prejudice, turning the swarms of Faeries into ice cubes and shattering them a moment later.

Both a staff of glittering and cold silver adorned with a giant ocean blue gemstone and her parted jaws spat out streams of pure, unadulterated Ice Mana, freezing her enemies and ensuring her safety through immense power.

Seeing it was just one of those reminders that I hadn’t been ’too’ blessed at the start of my new life with a rather strict set of points to spend on myself since she was just... decimating everything around herself; my more streamlined and all around approach was nice, but seeing a Dragonkin like this was beyond insane.

It could have been me there with that sort of natural born power, but instead I was a busty Dogkin named Kat(herin) who had a nice aptitude for Ice Magic and some talents in physical combat as well.

Still wouldn’t change it since I ended up scoring myself a stud of a Demoness right off the bat and then I got two gorgeous and amazing futanari right after simply because my stud Demoness was... well, a stud.

Anyways, that is all to say I was a little jealous to see the Dragonkin wielding such incredible innate power after knowing that she didn’t really want to use it, though instead of just ruminating on that and leaving her to fend for herself I stepped in and began to corral the Faeries to her.

That helped end this far quicker than anticipated, and upon seeing me the Dragonkin rushed over and swept me into her arms for a tight hug, rocking side to side as she murmured "Oh thank the Gods...", her voice cracking slightly from both worry and stress.

Letting her hold me for those few seconds, I carefully pried her off of me when I felt it was getting too intimate - natural reactions and such to both the immediate high of adrenaline needing a new outlet and me being me - even as I said "I’m here, it’s alright... the Faeries are nasty little critters, aren’t they?"

Taking her mind off of that rather ’obvious’ reaction she had wasn’t that simple, but she wasn’t so far gone or stupid as to act on it, instead just blushing and looking away even as she said "Y-Yeah, they were just... Were they doing something to our heads..?"

To help her some more and because I knew the answer, I nodded and continued to look around as well, searching for our objective and saying "They were. Special kind of magic, apparently, that tethered them to us and allowed them to ’feed’ off of us. Likely off of negative emotions, and the easiest way to get a surplus of them is through isolation and the unknown."