Fighter Awakens in the Naughty World

by Reed James

  “Yes, she did,” I said, glancing at Dëshoma. She watched with feverish delight, frigging her pussy.

  I drew back my hips. The tight anal sheath clung to my cock. The wonderful pleasure of it rippled over me. I groaned as I drew further and further back. The pleasure rippled around my cock. My dick twitched and throbbed in her tight embrace. She whimpered. Her bowels squeezed around my cock, massaging me.

  I thrust forward hard into her. I buried deep into her bowels. She gasped and whimpered. My balls cracked into her. My fingers slid down Maria's butt-crack at the same moment. I found her asshole as I fucked Kulri's.

  “Marcus,” groaned Kulri. “You're...”

  I winked at her.

  I thrust a finger into Maria's asshole. Her anal ring resisted much more than the elf's did to my thick cock. But her sphincter parted and swallowed my finger to the first knuckle. Her pussy grew hotter on my hip. She ground her cunt faster on me, rubbing her wet bush and juicy snatch on me, her moans echoing over the fire.

  Mixing with Iris's and Dëshoma's.

  “Oh, Marcus, fuck that elf hard,” Iris moaned as she floated above the fire. She stared down. “Mmm, your cock must feel amazing in her.”

  “Does it, elf?” I asked as I pumped away in her.

  “It makes this elf pussy hot,” moaned Kulri. “It makes this elf feel like such a nasty slut.”

  “An anal whore!” I groaned, thrusting harder. Her bowels clenched around me.

  “That is what this elf is!” Kulri gasped. Her new way of speaking was intriguing. She slipped into it with such ease.

  I pumped hard and fast at her asshole, the velvety embrace building and building my orgasm. Maria moaned as she ground on me. She smeared that hot cunt on my leg. Her juices spilled down my thighs. Her breasts rubbed into my chest, nipples hard. Her moans grew louder and louder as she watched, her asshole clenching around my finger.

  I worked it in and out of her backdoor, savoring the tight warmth while I buggered Kulri again and again. I pounded my cock deep into the elf. She clenched down on me on every backstroke. She gripped my dick, the velvety massage bringing me closer and closer to cumming.

  “You going to cum on my dick, elf?” I asked.

  “This one will, Marcus!” she moaned. “If that pleases you.”

  “Oh, yes, it fucking does,” I panted, thrusting hard and fast. “Let me feel those bowels spasming around me. Let me feel your asshole going wild around me.”

  “Yes, Marcus!”

  Her bowels clenched around me. She whimpered, her ears twitching faster and faster. Maria's arms tightened around my neck. She kissed at the side of my face. Dëshoma leaned closer, her face twisting with delight.

  Kulri gasped and moaned.

  Her asshole writhed around me.

  “Shit, yes!” I gasped, driving into her spasming bowels.

  Incredible pleasure surged through me. I groaned as I pumped away hard and fast at the tight anal sheath writhing and spasming around my dick. It was incredible to enjoy. Every thrust into her brought me closer and closer to erupting.

  “Marcus!” Maria groaned. “Is she really cumming on your cock?”

  “Yes!” I moaned.

  “This elf is!” Kulri gasped, her bowels writhing. “This elf is such a dirty, nasty, disgusting slut!”

  Her flesh spasmed harder around me. I groaned and slammed into her. I erupted. My cum fired into her bowels with powerful spurts. The pleasure slammed into my mind. Stars burst across my vision, dancing around the room.

  Her sweet ass milked my cock. That velvety flesh rippled around it, drawing out the jizz from my balls. Maria shuddered beside me. She gasped. Her juices coated my thigh as she joined me in her climactic pleasure.

  “Oh, that's so good,” she groaned.

  “Yes, yes, stars and boughs, it is!” moaned Kulri. “This elf came in such a shameful fashion.”

  Whimpers came from across the fire as Dëshoma gasped and whimpered in bliss. Her face contorted. She joined us in rapture. I grinned at the sight of her quivering body, her veil swaying about her wimple-wrapped face.

  I pumped the last blast of cum into the elf's asshole and ripped out of her. I pulled from Maria. She sank down onto her back and trembled through her orgasm, eyes shut. I rose and padded around the fire to the quivering Dëshoma.

  “Oh, Marcus, yes!” Iris moaned, drifting over me and showering my face in a fine mist of her pussy cream as she came. “That was so hot.”

  “Watch this,” I said and sank down beside Dëshoma. I cupped her chin and turned her face. Her green eyes opened, glossy and unfocused for a moment.

  “Marcus!” she gasped and ripped her hand out from between her thighs. Her juices dripped from her, the scent of jasmine filling my nose. “Oh, Ëshuxeri, I cannot believe I abused mine pussy with such fervent and wanton lust.”

  “I can.” I leaned in and kissed her.

  Chapter Sixteen: Acolyte's Passion Unleashed

  Dëshoma gasped as Marcus's lips captured hers. She'd never felt anything quite like this. She'd lived in the convent with her mother. Kisses were things that husbands and wives did, like her angelic father and her human mother had shared.

  Marcus's whiskers felt so rough on her skin, and yet she did not find it unpleasant. It felt... right. The way a kiss should be. His lips moved on hers and she felt this most improper ache rush through her to kiss him back.

  She surrendered to it, still too flushed and aroused from her unseemly masturbation. She grabbed his arm, inadvertently rubbing her virginal cream on his skin. She groaned as his tongue pressed on her lips.

  That befuddled her. It was like his tongue wanted her lips to part. She timidly did.

  Gasped.

  His tongue thrust into her oral depths. He plunged into her mouth. She groaned as his tongue explored inside of her. It stroked over her own tongue, caressed the roof of her mouth. It felt so naughty, but in a wonderful way that had her sighing.

  Her eyes closed. She surrendered to his manly strength. Her hand tightened on his arm, holding to his powerful muscles to keep from being swept away by the tide of womanly passion rising and rising in her nethers.

  His hand landed on her torso beneath her breast. She paid it no mind, lost to his kiss. She hardly was aware of it sliding up and up. His tongue felt so wicked in her mouth. It circled her tongue and swept exhilarating tingles through her body.

  His hand cupped her breast through her habit.

  She gasped and wrenched her lips back. “Lord Marcus?”

  His thumb rubbed right over the hard apex of her breast. Her nipple drank in the sensation, stimulated by the soft weave of her cotton habit and the pressure of his digit manipulating her. Her lower lip quivered.

  “Thou mustn't.”

  “Why not?” he asked. “You're horny. Let me love you.”

  Her heart fluttered at that word. “Thou shouldst not use that word with such flippancy. It holds great power.”

  “Yes, it does,” he said. “Elf, help me love Dëshoma.”

  The acolyte gasped as he pulled her veil from her head, his thumb still manipulating her breast. The elf rose, her large breasts rising over the fire. She moved with grace around it and knelt on Dëshoma's other side. Those overripe mammaries swayed back and forth, rippling as they collided with each other.

  “How shall this elf love her, Marcus Aurelius?” asked Kulrigiizhai.

  “You'll figure it out,” said Marcus as he began unwinding Dëshoma's wimple.

  “Lord Marcus, think on mine modesty,” she gasped.

  “We're in a party together, Lady Dëshoma,” he said, hunger smoldering in his blue eyes.

  He is such a handsome man. Did mine mother feel like this the first time mine angelic father entered her boudoir?

  Dëshoma swallowed as the cloth unwound, freeing her sapphire hair to spill out in an azure fall around her delicate face. It fell to her shoulders, a simple bob. Nothing special since she kept it covered save in sleep.

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p; “Gorgeous,” he said, playing with a curling ringlet. “You know how beautiful you are, Dëshoma. Like Maria or the elf.”

  “What about me?” Iris asked, the pixie darting down from above.

  “All the stars in the heaven do not twinkle as bright as you, Iris,” he said.

  She squealed in delight and zipped around the campsite, leaving a trail of pink dust.

  “Lord Marcus, thy compliment doth stir mine heart, but we are only newly acquainted, and thou have two other women with which to satiate any carnal urges thou might possess.”

  “And?” he asked. “I have carnal urges for you.”

  Dëshoma was about to respond when the elf parted her legs. She gasped at the feel of hands stroking up the red stockings to her short skirt. Before she could stop him, Marcus pressed her onto her back, kissing at the side of her face.

  “Lord Marcus and Lady Kulrigiizhai?” she whimpered, their touches stirring such aching wants in her. Far, far beyond what she had earlier endured and then satiated with her undignified self-flagellation.

  “Relax,” he said, kissing up her cheek while his hands found the one spot on her habit that held it closed. He triggered the enchantment. The blessing of Ëshuxeri parted the fabric. She gasped as suddenly an inch strip of her flesh from neck to navel was reveled, a silver hexagonal pendant set with blue sardonite rested between her breasts.

  Marcus grinned at that. “Convenient. I was wondering how to get you out of this.”

  “Oh, no,” she gasped in embarrassment as he exposed her breasts one by one, each one a perfect sphere rising from her chest. Golden nipples, glittering like the precious metal, topped them. They quivered as she clamped hands to her embarrassed face.

  “Mmm, lovely,” he said, cupping a naked breast.

  She'd forgotten about the elf's gentle touch upon her legs until she felt fingers hooking her dainty panties. The elf was drawing them off of her, pulling the red cloth down her thighs. Her legs lifted in the air, the elf pulling them off, the tips of her ears twitching.

  “She is removing my undergarments,” whimpered the acolyte.

  “Yes, she is,” Marcus said before leaning down and sucking her right nipple into his mouth. His lips sealed about the golden nub and sucked.

  She gasped.

  His other hand pinched and played with her left nipple. Pleasure tingled down to her pussy. She squirmed on her back, her whimpers filling the campsite. Her panties came off and Kulrigiizhai pushed past Dëshoma's slender, thigh-high-socking clad thighs.

  Ears wiggling, Kulrigiizhai bent over. Her pale-platinum hair spilled down and brushed the angelborn's thighs. Dëshoma squirmed, the elf's face coming closer and closer to the virginal font of the Acolyte's body. The elf's dainty nose twitched.

  “No, no, no,” whimpered Dëshoma, knowing she shouldn't succumb to this even as her body wanted it. “Lord Marcus!”

  Her nipples throbbed and ached in his sucking mouth and the grasp of his skilled fingers. The elf's breath washed across the sapphire hairs adorning Dëshoma's virginal flesh. Then lips nuzzled into her soft bush before kissing her most intimate lips.

  “Lady Maria!” gasped Dëshoma.

  “He's the party leader,” Maria said. “Just enjoy. He will make your first time exquisite. I speak from experience. I greatly enjoyed mine.”

  Dëshoma bit her lower lip then gasped at the feel of the elf's small tongue sliding up her virginal slit. The pleasure rippled hot through her flesh. It sparked more bliss in her than the stroke of her fingers sliding up and down those petals.

  The tongue parted through her folds, brushing her hymen and caressing her clitoris. Dëshoma gasped and whimpered. Marcus added more rapture to her growing ecstasy with his hungry mouth and pinching fingers.

  “Oh, my,” Dëshoma moaned. “This is a most wicked and wanton delight both thou doth deliver upon mine quivering flesh.”

  Marcus's mouth popped off her nipple while Kulrigiizhai kept licking and lapping at virginal pussy. “Lady Dëshoma, just relax and enjoy it all.” He rolled her golden nipple. “You have earned your reward.”

  “Reward, Lord Marcus?” She had never heard of love-making as a reward.

  “For following my orders,” he said. “For being a valued member of our party. Your healing has allowed us to explore even farther before camping. With your help, we shall triumph over the cult.”

  “Yes!” she gasped, quivering in delight.

  Then she gasped as Kulrigiizhai's tongue caressed over her clit. The dainty tongue circled that bud of bliss. Dëshoma whimpered. Marcus re-engulfed her nipple, sucking with hunger. They both drove her towards another effervescent burst of ecstasy.

  Another shuddering climax.

  Marcus sucked with such hunger on her. He gave her such bliss that shot down to her pussy being so thoroughly stimulated by Kulrigiizhai. Her tongue fluttered up and down Dëshoma's folds. The elf squirmed as she feasted, her breasts jiggling and smacking together. Her toes curled while whimpers of passion burst from her throat.

  “Yes, yes, cum, Dëshoma!” cheered Iris.

  “That is so embarrassing to hear!” groaned the acolyte. Her pussy grew hotter. Her juices flowed.

  Kulrigiizhai's tongue reached Dëshoma's clitoris. Fluttered over it. The pleasure burst from that little bud. It spilled over her. Through her. She bucked and squirmed, whimpering at the passion that burst through her body. Her heart raced, stars twinkling through her eyes.

  Her climax shuddered through her.

  “Oh, sweet passion and grace!” she gasped as the pleasure washed through her again. Her body bucked. “Lord Marcus!”

  He lifted his head from her breast. His gaze locked onto her. Those eyes brimmed with such serious passion. Such hunger for her. He rose, grabbing his cock and grinning at her. Stars danced around his head, little flares of red and blue and green light that twinkled with her pleasure.

  “Are you ready for me?” he asked.

  Dëshoma understood his meaning. She knew her duty but at this moment, with Kulrigiizhai's tongue fluttering around her clit, and with her pussy spasming and aching to be filled, she couldn't say no. She could only cry out one word.

  “Yes!”

  The elf lifted her face and shifted obediently out of the way. Marcus moved between Dëshoma's thighs. His cock thrust out hard before him. She stared at it through the bliss wreathing her mind, her orgasm hitting its peak.

  The cock that would take her virginity. Not her husband, whoever that would be, but this dashing adventurer. A Shardhunter who threw himself into the fight against evil. His blue eyes devoured her. He was so strong. He wanted her and she was helpless against his lust.

  Her womanly parts ached to unite with him.

  “Wait, wait, wait!” the pixie said and then darted down. She swirled around his cock, spilling pink dust over it. “Your cock is dirty and... There! All clean!”

  “Dirty?” gasped Dëshoma.

  “The elf's ass,” Marcus said. “I guess we should hold off on ass to pussy for later.”

  “Surely thou jest, Lord Marcus,” she gasped, shocked by the idea of something so filthy.

  He grinned at her and winked, relaxing her. Of course, it was in jest. No woman would do something so depraved and...

  She glanced at the elf kneeling beside them and realized there was one woman who would.

  Then Marcus was over her, his cock nuzzling into her virgin folds. She quivered, her breasts jiggling, her sardonite pendant twitching between them. He rubbed his cock up and down her folds. Then he pushed into them and found her hymen. He rested right against the source of her purity.

  “Elf, why don't you and Maria sixty-nine.” Then he grunted. “Probably don't know what that means. Eat each other's pussy.”

  “Ah, yes, sixty-nine,” the elf said. “Clever. This elf shall, Marcus Aurelius.”

  He nodded then turned back to Dëshoma. “They deserve to have their fun while we have ours, don't they?”

  “Yes, Lord Marcus,�
� she breathed.

  He lowed himself down, his cock still poised to enter her, just lightly nudging her hymen. His brawny chest pressed into her round breasts. His lips met her mouth. She groaned as he kissed her, nipples throbbing into his chest. His tongue slipped past her lips.

  His cock thrust against her maidenhead.

  Her hymen stretched, resisting. The thin membrane put up a valiant fight against the invading cock, but Marcus was persistent. As Dëshoma squirmed beneath him, her body flooded with euphoria from her orgasm, his cock pushed and pushed.

  Her hymen tore.

  Her virginity vanished in a hot plunge of his thick member into the depths of her sex.

  Her pussy welcomed the human's cock. Her thighs went around him, stockings rubbing on his flesh as she held him out of an awakened instinct. It felt so right as his cock went deeper and deeper into her. There was pain, but also pleasure.

  More pleasure than the dull ache.

  She whimpered into the kiss, her tongue dancing with his. She shuddered beneath him, her pussy squeezing around his cock. Her body trembled. Her arms hugged him tight, her fingernails biting into the muscles of his back.

  He's so strong, flashed through her mind. And so thick.

  His cock had stretched her pussy to her virginal limits. She squeezed around him, holding him with her deflowered sheath. He drew back and she squealed. That felt even better. Her body trembled beneath him, her tongue dancing with his.

  He thrust back into her.

  He pumped away at her pussy, his cock sliding in and out of her. She couldn't believe how incredible love-making felt. Her body moved beneath him, following those instincts he'd awakened in her flesh.

  Her clit throbbed against his pubic bone every time he buried into her. She found herself grinding into him, drinking in the passion. Her nipples ached against his chest. She reveled in his weight on her. It felt so right to her.

  He is perfect. Is he mine destined husband?

  The halo glowing around her brightened.

  Has Thou sent him to be mine, Lady Ëshuxeri? she prayed to her Goddess.

  He broke the kiss and growled, “Damn, Lady Dëshoma. You're tight. Hot.”