by Reed James
“You're reaching so deep into me.” She smiled. “This is better than I imagined.”
“You should try it on my end. You are tight.” I buried into her, balls smacking into her taint. “I can't wait to feel you cumming around me.”
“I want that!” she moaned, squeezing and clenching. “Your cock's stirring me up. Oh, Marcus!”
She kissed me hard. Hungry. She thrust her tongue into my mouth as I drove into her pussy. Her juicy snatch held me tight. The pleasure rippled down my shaft. I groaned, my balls smacking into her with loud smacks. I pumped away at her. I buried to the hilt in her delicious cunt. Hard, fast, and wild plunges that filled her time and time again.
I reveled in the enjoyment of her pussy. In the delight of her hot cunt all around me. The silky massage built and built the ache at the tip of my cock. My balls smacking into her taint brimmed with cum. They grew hotter and hotter.
I reveled in her body beneath me. Toned and athletic and yet so vulnerable. Almost helpless, yet brimming with her feminine passion.
I stroked her sides as she rubbed my back. Our tongues dueled as I buried into her faster and faster. My need to cum swelled. I was so close to it, but I held off. I wanted to feel her deflowered twat spasming around me.
“Maria!” I gasped when I broke the kiss. “Show me your passion!”
“I'm almost there, Marcus!” she gasped. “Oh, yes, yes! I'm so close. Just... just... Yes!”
Her pussy convulsed around my dick.
I groaned as I buried into her hot snatch. Her flesh sucked at my cock as I drew back through her writhing depths. I rammed to the hilt in her, my balls growing tight. I groaned, staring into her face twisting in rapture.
“It's so good!” she moaned. “It's amazing! Oh, Marcus! Oh, yes, yes!”
“Damn!” I groaned. “Maria!”
I erupted into her pussy.
The pleasure of cumming in her shot out of me. It fired hard and fast. The pleasure slammed out of my cock and pumped into her writhing snatch. She gasped and bucked beneath me. Her cunt rippled faster around me.
“That's your seed!” she moaned as I filled her.
“Yes, yes!” I groaned. “In the temple to Shuwëmeri! Oh, damn, Maria!”
“So good!”
Her twat worked my cock dry. The pleasure slammed into my mind. Pulses of ecstasy that had my thoughts bursting with bliss. I kissed her, savoring the feel of her trembling beneath me. My balls unloaded in her.
Her lips tasted so sweet. She felt so amazing. My first party member. I wanted to keep her. To add her to my harem. My sexy fighter. We were going to kick ass in the temple tomorrow. We were going to quest together.
I broke the kiss and groaned, “I'm glad I found you.”
“Me, too,” she panted.
* * / *
I'm not a virgin any longer, flashed through Maria's mind for the dozenth time since Marcus rolled off of her.
The female Fighter pushed down the guilt. It happened. No taking it back. And... and... I'm still horny. Why stop now? Too late to change what happened.
I'm not a virgin any longer.
Maria wanted to do things with Marcus. He hadn't gone soft after cumming in her. His cock thrust up from his crotch, the shaft gleaming in her juices. Her passion had soaked his black thatch of pubic hair. She licked her lips as she rolled over onto her knees. He studied her, watching her breasts swaying.
I'm not a virgin any longer.
She stared at the cock that deflowered her. That big shaft that left her dripping with his seed. He leaked out of her. She shuddered, glancing at the little pixie masturbating. She was on her back now, frigging herself with her passion, squeaking in delight.
My cheeks burned. We were watched, too.
“Feeling naughty?” asked Marcus as she grabbed his cock.
“Yes,” she said, her cheeks burning. She'd never sucked on one before, but she'd always wanted to.
She licked her lips and then attacked it. Her tongue licked across the tip of his cock, cleaning off her sweet and spicy pussy juices. She shuddered and this little quiver of delight ran through her. She felt something brimming in her.
A slight increase to her HP.
It felt invigorating to suck his cock. She licked again, her instincts whispering to her. She just knew he would love this. Her hand stroked his cock while her tongue danced around the crown of his dick. She loved how he shifted and groaned. His muscular chest rose and fell as she caressed that tip.
Then she sealed her lips over it, holding her teeth back from grazing him. Somehow, she knew not to do that. Her lips sealed tight and she sucked. But she didn't just hold her head still. Maria moaned. She bobbed. She danced her tongue.
“Damn, you are a Fellatist,” panted Marcus.
Her cheeks warmed with embarrassment. She groaned and shuddered, sucking harder on his cock. She did feel this natural affinity for sucking his cock. She wiggled her hips from side to side, her pussy juices and his cum leaking out of her deflowered cunt.
I'm not a virgin any longer.
She bobbed her head, taking his cock to the back of her throat. Her sweet and spicy juices coated her tongue. This wicked heat rippled through her. She felt like she'd recovered another Hit Point. It made her eager for the finale.
One hand grabbed his shaft, pumping up and down as she bobbed her head, while the other cupped his balls. She kneaded them with gentle care. They brimmed with the cum he would shoot out and flood her mouth.
“Damn, Maria!” he groaned, using that strange curse. Not a one she was used to. “That's good. Fuck, yes, just keep sucking.”
His balls twitched in her massaging hand.
She fisted his cock faster and sucked harder. She hungered for his cum. To make him feel amazing. His chest swelled. His hand ran across his handsome face. The little pixie squeaked as she watched, writhing on her back. The campfire roared, the chicken cooking.
And Maria du Marne worshiped her first cock.
She loved it with her mouth.
Her lips.
Her tongue danced around it.
The salty flavor of his precum began to grow stronger as the flavor of her twat dwindled. She loved it, knowing it was a preview of the delight to cum. The former virgin slurped as hard as she could as she slid her lips up his cock until only the tip remained in her mouth.
Her tongue swabbed around his cock.
He growled. Grunted. Exploded.
“God fucking damn, Maria!” he barked as his cum flooded her mouth.
She gained two more Hit Points as she gulped down his cum. His salty seed splashed against the back of her throat before she swallowed him. Her throat worked it down. She whimpered and groaned, draining every drop out of his twitching balls.
His muscular chest heaved. His dick pulsed in her mouth. She swallowed more and more of his cum. That seed warmed her belly. It felt so right in her. She stared up at him, loving the way he smiled. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter.
“Damn,” he panted as she sucked out the last of his cum.
But she wasn't done with him. She wanted more. He didn't go soft as she popped her mouth off. With a moan, she lunged up and straddled him. He grinned at her as she held his cock upright. Her tits heaved as she lowered herself down to him.
I'm no longer a virgin. I've already done it once with him. Another time won't make this worse.
She surrendered to her lusts again and impaled her cunt down his cock.
Maria du Marne shuddered as Marcus entered her. Filled her. The young Fighter arched her back, her round breasts thrusting before her. Red hair danced about her shoulders. Her lean stomach flexed as she shuddered, savoring him inside of her.
It felt so blissfully right to her.
She squeezed her twat tight and rose up his shaft. Her cunt gripped him as she climbed higher and higher. He groaned, his hands grabbing her sides. His strong touch caressed her body as she rose and rose up his girth. Her pussy climbed that cock, the pleasure ripplin
g through her.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, her eyes closing for a moment. She felt so empty.
So she slammed down his cock again. Her pussy took him to the hilt. Pleasure burst across her pussy lips and clit as they ground into his pubic hair. Her breasts heaved. He groaned as she engulfed him again.
Rose.
Fell.
His hands stroked up her body to cup her breasts. He kneaded them as she worked her pussy up and down his cock. She loved him. Reveled in the feel of his cock in her. She groaned, her hips undulating from side to side, stirring his cock around in her cunt. She reveled in the delight of him filling her up. She quivered at the delight of his cock being in her as she slammed back down him.
“Goddamn, Maria!” he groaned, his hands squeezing her tits.
His thumbs swept out and massaged across her nipples, caressing those hard points. Her eyes widened. Moans of delight burst from her. She shuddered, her passion singing through the air. Her pussy tightened on his cock as he pressed her erect nubs into her areolas.
He grinned at her.
She shuddered, staring down at the handsome warrior who had tamed her body. Taken her cherry. His blue eyes captured her. She quivered on him. Her hands planted on his chest. She felt the strength of him beneath her as she lifted her pussy up his cock.
“Oh, yes, Marcus!” she moaned, her pussy squeezing around his dick. “Mmm, you feel so good in me. Oh, yes, yes!”
She slammed down him again and again. She couldn't stop moving. She had to work up and down him. It brought her closer and closer to that naughty pleasure she chased. His hands gripped her breasts, held their jiggling delight in his powerful grasp as she held his cock in her tight sheath.
Her toes curled as she bottomed out on him again. Her clit burst with sparks. She gasped. Throbs from her nipples fed the heat swelling around his cock. The friction heated her cunt closer and closer to a boil.
She whimpered. Moaned.
Her pleasure surged through her body. She bottomed out on him and gasped. Her eyes widened at the rapture bursting through her body. Her hips swiveled from side to side. The feel of him was incredible. She groaned, loving every moment of working her twat up and down his cock.
“Marcus! Marcus!”
“Don't hold back! Be that fierce Fighter! That feisty warrior!”
“Yes!” she gasped, so eager to listen to him.
Maria du Marne came on his cock for a second time.
Her deflowered pussy writhed and spasmed as she rose up his thick shaft. She gasped at the heat burning through her body. She slammed back down him, engulfing him in her convulsing snatch. Her fingernails clawed at his chest.
“Marcus! Please!” she moaned. “In me! Spill your seed in me again!”
“Fuck, yes!” he growled, his fingers digging into her breasts. He bucked upward, thrusting his cock deep into her cunt. She gasped and moaned, rising on his dick, her pussy writhing and spasming around him.
She slammed down him as he erupted.
His cum fired into her cunt. Hot spurts of jizz flooded her. She moaned and gasped, her red hair flying about her face. Little Iris whimpered beside them while the female Fighter melted in ecstasy. Her juices gushed out of her snatch, bathing the male Fighter. The sweet and spicy scent mixed with the savory aroma of their cooking dinner.
“Jesus!” he groaned, crying out to some strange god. “Oh, yes, Maria! That pussy! Damn, you are incredible.”
Joy burst through her. She had gone way too far, but right now she didn't care. She leaned over him as her orgasm hit that bubbling zenith. She pressed her firm breasts into his chest. Her lips found his. Claimed them.
Her tongue thrust into his mouth. They kissed each other as she came down from her rapture, her pussy clinging to his cock. She didn't care about anything right now. All her problems were forgotten beneath the bliss this mighty Fighter beneath her had delivered unto her.
I need to be as strong as him, flitted through her mind.
* * / *
Later, after we'd eaten, I'd made love to Maria again. Now she lay on her side, her back to me, my cock nestled against her rump. She used my arm as a pillow. We were sleeping rough, but this body didn't seem to mind. I stroked her and listened to her fall asleep.
My first day in this new world had gone amazingly. There was pain. Danger. But the rewards... Maria was a delight. My first party member. Hopefully, the next member of my harem. I could see myself loving her.
Caring for her.
I glanced at the dying coals of the fire to see Iris curled up and sleeping. I smiled. My little cheerleader was a delight in her own way.
Feeling contented, enjoying this life far, far more than I ever had my old one, I drifted off into sleep and hoped this wasn't a dream. That I wouldn't wake up at my computer chair and reenter the desolation of my life.
I'd found a better one here.
Chapter Eight: Delving Deeper
I woke up to find Maria shifting and stirring herself.
It wasn't a dream.
I was here. In this fantasy world. I had survived my first night in a dungeon, made love to the beautiful Maria, and had not only her quest to succeed at but my own. I hoped those two daughters hadn't been sacrificed yet. If this world worked like a video game, their sacrifice wouldn't happen until the heroes arrived in the nick of time.
Would I succeed or die trying to save those girls? The risk was there.
Maria let out a sigh and then she gasped. She bolted upright, her red hair swaying about her face. She turned around and looked at me. Her cheeks went red as she clapped her hands over her breasts, hiding them from me.
“Little late for modesty, isn't it?” I asked, smiling at the cute way she acted.
“It's... I...” She squeaked and looked around. “Where's my armor? We have to get dressed and get moving.”
“It's over here!” Iris said. “Right where it landed when you two were getting amorous.” The pixie quivered. “And what an amorous display it was.” The pixie hugged her naked body and undulated like she writhed with a lover, kissing the air. “Oh, Marcus, take my virginity. Oh, yes, yes, Marcus!”
“I didn't sound like that, right?” groaned Maria. She dived for her discarded armor, what little she wore. We were in the “chainmail bikini” logic of fantasy where less was more for women. Somehow.
Maybe it was all that delicious flesh on display that distracted the monsters?
Maria pulled on her chainmail bikini, the copper links cradling those firm breasts. A hint of her pink nipples bled through in the small gaps. Her lean body stretched as she pulled on her sword belt and the dangling loin cloth that came with it, covering up the last of her. Then she set about pulling on her thigh-high boots.
I sighed. I should get dressed, too. There were two nubile girls to rescue from despicable cultists.
We broke our fast—look at me getting into the roleplay aspects—on hard jerky. It was chewable and had bits of dried fruit in it, too. It seemed hearty. Fortified with it, I glanced at Maria. She had her sword and shield out, hers identical to my wooden defense. She looked back with uncertainty in her expression.
“Follow me,” I said and something almost like gratitude shone in her green eyes.
We left behind the slime room and entered the tight corridors again. The floor buckled and sank into a depression full of brackish water. We waded our way down the flooded corridor, our boots slipping on the slime-crusted, submerged stones. We climbed out on the other side. Vines hung from the ceiling, Iris weaving beneath them. It was tense. Hard to see. I chopped with my ax to clear them out of the way.
“Marcus,” Maria whispered.
I glanced at her. She pointed down the hallway. My brow furrowed as I followed her gaze. Lurking in the shadows of an alcove, almost blending in with the darkness, was the outline of a figure in a robe. One of those cultists of Rūzem. The bastard lurked there waiting for us to stumble by. I set my teeth. I hated those bastards and their festering woun
ds.
“Sharp eyes,” I whispered.
“Always have had. Good for making maps.” Then she stepped closer, whispering, “There's two more of them farther down.”
“Let's hit the first one, put him down then face them side by side,” I answered.
She smiled and seemed eager for it. She had the Submissive trait which gave her a bonus to fighting when she followed orders. Ironically, but serving me she had a slightly better chance to land her attacks than me.
Together, we Yelled, buffing ourselves, and charged down the corridor, boots thudding. I raised my shield, battering vines out of the way. Iris cheered us from above, her light dancing over us. The cultist in the alcove cursed and stepped out.
He met a slashing ax and stabbing sword. My weapon crunched into his shoulder while Maria's buried into his stomach. The cultist groaned and fell twitching to the ground. He spasmed at our feet, his rusty, serpentine knife spilling out beside him.
The other two burst out, decaying robes flapping around their scrawny legs. Together, we raised our shields.
* * / *
Maria du Marne shifted her stance, her heeled boots grinding on the stones. Yesterday, she had been so scared as she adventured through the ruined temple alone. She fought with passion and gained her first two levels, if only barely. Now she had confidence. Following Marcus's orders inspired her. She felt improved at his side.
The cultists lunged with their knives. Two dull thunks echoed as they hit her shield. She quivered, feeling the building of energy in her that she could channel into her martial ability. She dropped her shield and thrust forward.
Unleashed her Hard Strike skill.
With her fighting spirit already enhanced by her challenging Yell, her blade rammed fast. It plunged into the heart of the cultist's foul chest. His split and bleeding lips peeled back from brown-stained teeth. He gurgled as he dropped to the ground dead, only smears of his blood left on her sword.
Beside her, Marcus's stroke fell with equal force. His copper ax split the head open of the twisted human. He kicked the body off his ax, letting the cultist fall to the floor to join its companion. The pair twitched.
