by Reed James
It took me a moment to remember what she meant. The camping skill, Vigilant, would help us from getting ambushed while we were sleeping. I wasn't sure how this camping stuff worked, but I gave her a firm nod.
“Do it.”
She smiled, seemingly grateful that she was useful.
I moved around the fire and pulled out my own bedroll. I put it not opposite hers across the fire, but to the left of hers. I sank down on it, watching her cook while her chainmail bikini shifted over her breasts. I guess that didn't irritate her. Come to think of it, I wore that over my skin without any padding. Realism sacrificed for ease of sexiness.
Not that I minded. She was lovely.
I had to talk to her. There was no dialogue tree popping up, no choices for me to make, so I had to make my own. I hadn't flirted with a girl to get her to go out with me since I met my wife. I hoped I wasn't rusty.
“Looking for adventure?” I asked.
“You mean, by coming into this dungeon?” She glanced at me, her green eyes reflecting orange in spots. “This was the last thing I ever thought I would do. I'm no Shardhunter. I never dreamed I would ever leave my village.”
“Yet here you are. How'd that happen?”
She shifted, her breasts swaying. Through the little gaps in the mail, I could see her erect nipples. Interesting. Aroused from the fight? My dick twitched in my leather pants as I scooted closer to her. She stared down at her lap.
“I'm looking for something.”
“So you're on a quest?”
She nodded. “I need to find the Tear of Ethileri. It's an angelic artifact.”
“And this used to be a temple before the Shattering ruined it.” I looked around. “Before Shuwëmeri abandoned this temple and let it fall apart.”
She gave a slow nod. “That's the idea. I need to find it. Things are getting bad in my village.”
There was real pain in her tone. I straightened up and then I placed a comforting hand on her knee. “Okay, if it's here, we'll find it.”
She glanced at me. “No questions? No concerns? What if you want to keep it for yourself?”
“You came here to save your village, but I just want to rescue beautiful maidens.” I gave her the suavest grin I had in me. “And you're in need of rescue, aren't you?”
“There's no icky slime trying to molest me now.”
“That's not what I mean.” I scooted closer to her. “You're scared for your people. All that burden is on your shoulders, and you just want someone to help you, don't you?”
She glanced at me and bit her lower lip. Then she nodded her head, relief flowing across her face. “There are no men in our village that can do it. They're all sick.”
“All of them?” My thumb stroked her knee.
“It's called the Cock-Wilt Plague, and it's slowly killing all the men in my village.”
I winced, not liking the sound of that.
“First it makes them impotent, then it shrivels their danglers, and last they die. And if we lose our men, what hope is there for our village? We've been cut off from the outside world since the Shattering. Our own little part of it. So when it fell, something had to be done. I couldn't let him—them!—die.”
“Of course you couldn't,” I told her, my hand sliding up her thigh. She shuddered, glancing down at my hand. She bit her lower lip again.
Would she remove it?
“You're a hero at heart. You knew someone had to do it.” I scooted onto her bedroll, my hand stroking up and down her thigh. I ached so badly for her, but I didn't want to rush this.
She swallowed. “In our village's old temple—we abandoned it because the gods cursed us—I found a shard. I thought it was a sign. When I grabbed it, I glimpsed this temple and I just hoped this was it. This was where I had to go.”
“How do you even know about the Tear?” I savored the feel of her silky thigh beneath my hand. “I mean, if your people abandoned the temple.”
“Not right away,” she said. “The priests lingered for a while, trying to convince us that the Hierophant had every right to condemn the Inferius Empire, and our little village, to the Shattering. That this was our punishment for our hubris. The gods trusted the Hierophant. So must we. But no one listened. The last priest was driven out from the temple and the village proper. I used to visit him. He lived on the edge of the boundary, by the shimmering wall of purple around us. He told me stories. The Tear of Ethileri can cure any disease. It was shed by an angel when the dreaded Blackspot Fever ravaged the Inferius Empire a thousand years ago. It cured it and was placed in a temple to be safe.”
“So believing him, you used the shard, and stepped through like the brave woman you are,” I said, leaning closer and closer.
“I donned the armor of the old fighter who used to defend our village before the shattering. I stole it out of the village elder's house. Then I came here. I was so scared.”
“But you fought your way in.” I drifted nearer to her lips. “You were doing so well.”
“Than that darn, icky slime.” Maria shuddered. “It... it... touched me and now... Now I'm just so...”
“Frustrated?”
She nodded, her breasts rising and falling. “You shouldn't be touching me like that.”
I slid my hand down her thigh to her chainmail loincloth. My fingers were poised to just slide under her. To caress her. “Like this?”
“Yes,” she whispered. Her lips were so red and kissable. “I'm... I'm... You see...”
“It's okay. I'm always gentle with maidens on their first time.” My fingers slid beneath her chainmail and found her pubic hair soaked by her excitement. I pressed deeper. “I'll make sure it doesn't hurt. That you'll enjoy it.”
“That's not why,” she stammered. “I... I...” She gasped as I stroked up and down her pussy lips. “Marcus!”
“Maria,” I said. “You are gorgeous. Beautiful.”
“And you're so handsome and... and...” Her eyes closed. She drew in a deep breath. Then her head moved towards mine. Her head tilted, perhaps by instinct. Our noses slid past each other.
Our lips met.
Chapter Seven: The Fighter's Passion Unleashed
The moment our lips met, passion exploded through her.
She kissed me with fire, her mouth moving on mine. Both her arms snaked around my neck. She pulled me tight and then down atop her body with a hunger that shocked me and aroused me. Her virginal desire met with the horniness the yellow jelly had stirred in her flesh, turning her ravenous.
She kept her eyes closed as our tongues danced and dueled. She shuddered as I settled on her. I felt her chainmail bikini against my chest, her breasts firm beneath me. Her thighs rubbed on my legs through my leather pants. My hands stroked her sides, caressing her hot skin.
I reached the sides of her bikini.
I pushed the metal up, feeling the woven links rubbing on my skin as I exposed her tits. She groaned into the kiss, her naked nipples and breasts rubbing against my chest. My thumbs massaged the sides of them while our tongues dueled and danced.
I broke the kiss, groaning, “Maria.”
“We shouldn't be doing this,” she whimpered.
“But you want to do this?” I said.
Her hands slid down my back. Her fingernails bit into my skin. “Yes!” she moaned with a fierceness. “I do!”
She pulled me down for another kiss. She had strength in her, a Fighter like me. Her tongue jammed in my mouth while her body shuddered beneath me. I groped her right breast with my left hand, massaging her, my thumb sliding beneath us to caress her nipple.
She moaned into my lips.
I had to play with her tits. Suck on her. Love her. This virgin Fighter was such a treat. She made my dick so hard. She had me throbbing and aching. My tongue danced and dueled with hers. Her fingernails dug into my back.
I broke the kiss, loving how she whimpered. It was so wonderful to have such a sexy woman to make love to. I nuzzled down to her neck. I kissed and nibbled
there, teasing her, loving her. She gasped and moaned, trembling beneath me.
“Marcus,” she groaned. “I can't believe I'm doing this. I want you. Take me!”
“When you're ready,” I told her. I kissed down to her collarbone. “Just relax and let me love you.”
She nodded, biting her lower lip.
I smooched down her sternum, both my hands squeezing her round, firm breasts. I kneaded them. I kissed over her disarrayed chainmail armor spilled over her tits. Then I nuzzled between her tits. She was eighteen, barely legal in the real world. Here, she was ripe and beautiful. We were in a temple of fertility, enjoying each other the way this place intended.
I kissed at the inner slope of her right breast. My lips nibbled up the side of her. I smooched and kissed, rising higher and higher on her. She groaned as I came closer and closer to her nipple. To loving that nub. My tongue flicked out, eager to drive her wild. I darted over her breast. I caressed her. Teased her.
She moaned as my tongue danced around her nub. I caressed around her wonderful, pink areola, savoring the texture. Her body trembled. My fingers massaged both her breasts. My lips nuzzled into her nipple. I sucked on the nub.
“Marcus!” she gasped. “Oh, Marcus, that feels amazing.”
She'd wanted this for so long, and I was the one to claim her. Red hair spilled across her bedroll. The fire crackled, slowly cooking our dinner. I sucked and nibbled on her nipple, loving her as I gave her the pleasure she craved.
Iris watched us, peering with such delight at us. She was on her knees before the fire, one hand between her thighs, the other squeezing her breast. Her little wings fluttered as she watched me make love to the fighter.
“Your mouth, Marcus!” Maria whimpered. “Oh, yes, yes, your mouth.”
I sucked on her nipple, drawing her areola into my mouth. Then her nub popped out of my mouth with a loud plop. Her breast jiggled. It swayed and rippled. Her nipple glistened with beads of my saliva. I grinned and then darted over to her other nipple.
She squealed as I flicked it. I batted it with my tongue. Her breasts jiggled. She squirmed beneath me, her armor rattling. Her hands ran through my dark hair as I engulfed her nipple and sucked hard on it, my cheeks hollowing.
“You're making me feel so hot and naughty, Marcus!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, you are!”
I popped my mouth off. “Oh. Where?”
“Down there!”
I grinned. “Down where?”
“Don't make me say it,” she whimpered. “It's so embarrassing.”
“I think you have to say it,” I said. “Tell me. What do you feel?”
“My... my... My pussy feels all so hot and aching and... and... I want you to do it. To take me. To break my virginity!”
Her moans echoed through the ruins. Iris nodded her head with vigor.
“I can handle that,” I said and then kissed at the bottom slope of her breast.
“Please,” she moaned with feverish need as I kissed her ribs and moved lower, smooching down to her stomach. “No, wait, Marcus, you're going the wrong way. That won't... get your... dangler in me.”
“My cock?” I asked.
“Yes, yes, your cock,” she groaned.
“Let me just enjoy you first,” I said, licking my lips. “Let me eat you out and make sure your pussy is nice and wet and ready for me.”
“It is!” she gasped as I kissed along her flat, toned stomach. “Oh, Marcus, it is. I just... It's so deep in me. I know your... your cock will reach it.”
“Mmm, but this will make it even better,” I told her.
I reached her bellybutton. I sealed my lips around it and sucked. She gasped then squealed when my tongue penetrated it. I swirled around inside of her. She squirmed, her stomach flexing and relaxing. Her body bucked and shuddered. Her legs quivered and kicked.
My hands slid down her toned stomach and found the leather sword belt. I undid the buckle as I made her burst into gasps and giggles. I undid it. her chainmail rattled. I lifted up as I pulled it away, unveiling her dark-red pubic hair covering her virgin pussy. The spicy-sweet scent of her twat filled my nose.
I loved the melange of flavors. The aroma tickled my nostrils.
My mouth salivated.
“Marcus!” she gasped when I buried my mouth into her twat and feasted.
Wet pubic hair rubbed on my cheeks My hands gripped her thighs as my tongue darted up and down her virgin slit. Her spicy and sweet juices coated my lips. My taste buds. I groaned. I had never tasted pure pussy before. Never had a girl who'd never been with a man.
This was incredible.
I couldn't stop licking her. My tongue slid through her pubic hair, caressing her tight slit. None of her inner labia peeked out. I just caressed the outer edges of her feverish flesh. She gasped and squirmed, writhing on the ground as I teased her.
Devoured her.
My fingers slid down her thighs as I licked her, my tongue just poking between her outer vulva. My digits pressed through her wet fur to rub at her hot flesh. I pulled her apart and lifted my head to gaze at her.
“Oh, Marcus, you're exposing me!” she gasped. “That's so embarrassing.”
“And beautiful,” I groaned as I stared at her pink lips. Her labia gleamed with her cream. Her little clit peeked out of its hood.
Her thin hymen covered the entrance to her depths, full of little holes. It just needed my hard cock to penetrate into her. My dick throbbed in my leather pants as I leaned my head down. Iris's wings buzzed faster while Maria let out cute whimpers, her hands rubbing at her face.
“Marcus,” she groaned, then she shuddered as I made contact.
I licked and lapped up and down her pussy lips, her silky pubic hair rubbing against my mouth. I dragged across her hymen, savoring the taste of her sweet and spicy juices. They melted in my mouth while the fighter shuddered. She gasped and whimpered, writhing on her back.
Her breasts jiggled as she bucked and twitched. Her moans rose above the sounds of the campfire, a delicious howl that mixed and swirled through the air. She squeezed her thighs around my head, her moans bursting with her passion.
“Marcus!” she whimpered.
“Yes, yes,” the little pixie whimpered, barely audible with Maria groaning louder and louder.
My fingers stroked her pussy lips as my mouth nibbled up to her clit. I kissed right on her bud. I latched on hard and sucked. She bucked in delight. Her breasts heaved as I played with that little delight.
My cock ached to be in her. To press through her hymen and into her untouched flesh. It would be an incredible rush. I swirled my tongue around her bud. Her fingers dug into her breasts. She gripped them as she bucked.
“This... this... It's... Marcus!”
“Don't hold back,” I growled and licked her clit. “Just let yourself explode.”
“Yes!” she moaned and did just that.
Her orgasm was obvious even without the gush of her spicy and sweet cream flooding out of her. The way she bucked. How her moans burst from her lips. Her face turned as red as her hair. Her tits heaved in her gripping hands.
I gulped down the virgin cream rushing out of her. I savored that wonderful flavor. I licked and lapped and gulped it down. The pleasure burst through my body. She squeezed her thighs around my head. She held me pinned to her pussy as she shuddered through her climax.
“Marcus! Marcus!” she cried out. “Please, please, now! I can't resist! Inside of me! It's too... I mean... Just... Just... Please!”
I rose, unable to resist being in her myself. This world was exciting. I unlaced my leather pants. My cock stretched them out. Then I shoved them down. I flopped out and she gasped. She stared at it with green eyes aflame with desire. She swallowed then trembled.
“You're a strong warrior,” I told her, crawling over her body. Her pussy juices dripped off my chin. “You can take this.”
“Yes!” she said, giving me a fierce nod. “I can. I will!”
I licked my lips, gathe
ring her juices. I brought my hardon to her pussy, the pounding beat of my heart pumping screaming blood through my veins. My first ever virgin. I lowered myself on my elbow and rubbed my cock into her flesh.
She gasped, her eyes squeezing shut. Her features scrunched up like she braced for pain. For a blow to hit her. I leaned down and pressed my nose into hers, nuzzling against her dainty one. My weight was on her, her breasts rubbing into my chest.
“You're a fighter,” I said. “You can take this. Besides, it's going to feel amazing.”
Her eyes opened. “Really, Marcus?”
I winked at her.
She relaxed and moaned, “Please, please, take me!”
I kissed her and thrust.
She moaned into my lips as I pressed my cock against her hymen. I felt that membrane of flesh resisting my entrance. She squealed beneath me. Her thighs held me tight as her cherry stretched and stretched. She groaned. Her maidenhead quivered.
Popped.
I popped inside of her deflowered depths. She squealed into my lips. Her hot flesh welcomed me. I groaned as I slid deeper and deeper into her once-pure pussy. Her snatch embraced me with a tight grip. The silky glide of her flesh about my dick had my balls aching.
I went deeper and deeper. I kept sliding. She swallowed inch after inch of my cock. Her arms went around my body. Her fingernails bit into my back. I felt her strength as she kissed me back with hunger now.
She'd surrendered to me.
That submissive trait of hers at work.
I drew back my cock through her flesh. She moaned, clutching tight to me. It was incredible to be in her. To feel that wonderful sheath massaging me. She had the tightest pussy I'd ever been in. Her nipples rubbed hard into my muscular chest.
I drove forward hard into her snatch.
I buried deep into her. She gasped, her thighs squeezing about my hips. I broke the kiss and panted as I pumped away at her. I didn't hold back. She wouldn't break. We were at the same level. Skilled and dangerous fighters.
“Marcus!” she moaned.
“I know,” I growled. “You're going to cum again. On my cock.”
“Yes!”
Her joy shone through her. It was so intense to see it bursting in the depths of her green eyes. She whimpered and moaned, her pussy clamping down on me. She held me tight as I buried into her again and again.
