by Reed James
“Just fucking hurt,” I groaned. “Like something bit me.”
“Probably when the statue pierced your cock,” said Kulri, her voice cool. Her eyes stared at my dick.
“What?” I demanded and then looked down.
A gold ring pierced the glans of my cock. Right above the slit. The ring was thick enough to fit on my thumb. It had no markings but was clearly gold. I shuddered as the ache slowly faded. My dick twitched, the ring shifting.
Pleasure rippled through me from that. It was touching my nerves inside my cock. “What the hell? Why did it do that?”
“You got your first magic ring,” Iris cheered as she descended. “It's taking up one of your two slots.”
“Aren't those supposed to go on your fingers?” I demanded.
“Ring's a ring,” Iris said. “Whether piercing clit, nipples, lips or just slipped over your finger.” She grabbed it, threading it in a circle through my dick.
“Shit,” I groaned.
“Does it hurt?” Maria gasped. “Iris, stop!”
“No, it feels amazing.” I could cum just from Iris doing that. My knees quivered. It was so sensitive down there. Damn.
“It's the Cock Ring of Fertile Blessing,” Iris reported. “The Goddess gave it to you.”
“Oh, yeah, what does it do and...” I felt something coming from the ring. Like with my Flamedust Boots, which I could activate once a day, this magical item had a single-use effect. A one-shot ability. I could... “Damn, really? Knock up any woman I wanted? No matter what? Damn, that's not useful at all in combat.”
“Any woman?” Maria asked, pale cheeks flushing.
“Oh, my,” Dëshoma said. “Unlimited.”
“Just once. And it...” I frowned. “It's passive ability is to give women more pleasure when I fuck them.”
“More?” Maria gasped and her body shuddered, my chainmail rattling in her arms.
“Oh, my, oh, my,” Dëshoma whimpered.
Kulri just glanced at the hallway. “We should press on, Marcus Aurelius. Unless you think now is the time to test out the ring's passive property.”
“Right, right, we have cultists to find and defeat.” I swelled up. “Let's get going.”
“You might want to put away your penis,” Kulri said and moved to the passage, peering down it.
“I would advise that, as well, Lord Marcus.”
“It's so pretty,” said Maria, leaning forward. Her tongue flicked over her lips. Was she wondering what it would be like to suck on my pierced cock?
I know I was now.
It was... uncomfortable to put away. I was hard. Throbbing hard. My cock pulsed and ached with my heartbeat. My dick just didn't want to fit easily back into my pants. And the ring kept stimulating me, keeping me from going soft.
“I hope this isn't like that time I took the blue pill,” I muttered. Back when I was still trying to work things out with the ex, I took Viagra.
It had a warning label. A four hour priapism is not something you want to suffer. Being that hard for that long really, really, gets painful. And when your wife was done after the first time, you didn't have a lot of options to make it go down.
I managed to lace up and donned my chainmail. I led the way, pausing every few steps to readjust. That just twisted the ring and made it worse. I sighed and suffered on for a few twists and turns. While we were battling a group of stalac-mites, my erection finally went down. Even better, it didn't return after we triumphed.
We fought our way deeper, our experience building us towards Level 9. The fights went fast. Kulri's magic tore through the enemies and Dëshoma's healing kept Maria and me at top fighting form. We pressed deeper and deeper through the dungeon.
Then we heard panting.
Moaning.
“What is that?” I asked, cocking my head.
“Is that a woman in distress?” Maria asked.
“Perhaps it is one of the maidens who even now lies in mortal peril and shall perish if we linger too long pondering the sound.”
“It's not a woman crying out in fear,” Kulri said.
I glanced at the elf. The very tips of her ears twitched. “Oh.” I blinked. “Really? Someone's doing that down here”
“Why not? You forced us to engage in coitus last night to satiate your ever-increasing appetites, Marcus Aurelius.”
“I didn't force anyone,” I said. “I gave orders, you chose to obey them. You chose to be my whore, elf.”
Kulri's ears quivered.
“Who do you think is having sex?” Maria asked, whispering to me.
“Let's find out!” Iris said. She sounded eager. “Ooh, ooh, I bet it's naughty.”
We rounded a corner and the moans were unmistakable. A large room appeared ahead, light spilling through it, wavering and dancing. Over the moans, the sounds of falling water could be heard. The patterns of its movement painted across the ceiling in bright bands that rippled.
“Oh, yes, yes, drive that into me!” the woman moaned. Her voice sounded frothy. Not quite human. “Mmm, drive it into me. You're good. Just fuck me hard!”
“Yeah, you like that,” crooned another female voice.
“Lesbians?” I groaned, my dick throbbing hard. My cock ring twisted. “Please, please, say it's lesbians.”
“Men,” Maria huffed.
“Yes, yes, yes, drive that dildo into me. Ehglizi's fat ass, that's amazing!”
“Mmm, just a little water slut, aren't you?” the second voice said. It was feminine, but there was something sibilant to it. Breathy. “Take it, slut. Yes, yes, just take that fucking dildo in you. Yesssss!”
They stepped into the room. A curtain of water caused a distortion of light to dance around the room. It shone through the rippling surface. It wasn't a waterfall, more like the surface of a lake turned ninety degrees. The memory of a Sci-Fi show I watched when I was much younger tickled my mind.
Star something...
Before it, a lizard-woman pumped her hips. And she was definitely female. She had big breasts that heaved before her as she rammed the strap-on dildo she wore into her partner. Crimson scales adorned her back and sides, looking pebbly like a snake's. Her belly was made of pink, banded segments that rose up to engulf those heaving breasts. Dark-red nipples topped them. She moaned, her body shaped just like a curvaceous woman. She had no hair sweeping about her head, which gave her an enticing, exotic look.
“A monster girl,” I groaned.
“Dragonborn,” the elf said. “I would not advise insulting her with monster.”
“One of the noble daughters of Draconis, the first dragon,” said Dëshoma.
“Busty, for sure,” I said, watching those pink tits heave. They were hypnotic.
Her partner had blue skin, her light-green hair wavering like she was underwater, a current rippling over her. She had round breasts the dragonborn hottie squeezed and kneaded with red-scaled fingers. The contrast between them was stunning.
“Damn, that is hot,” I said as we approached.
The dragonborn glanced at us and a wicked grin crossed her face. “I almost have her. She's going to let me through when I make her cum.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped the woman. Her body beaded with water. It wasn't sweat. It felt... too pure for that. It spilled from her nipples being squeezed by the dragonborn's hands. “She's going to make me cum hard!”
The dragonborn thrust forward hard and fast, working her dildo in and out of the blue woman. My dick was at full mast, painful in my leather pants. My party quivered around me. Dëshoma had her hands over her face, peeking through her fingers. Kulri's ears twitched. Her hands gripped her staff while her lips were tight with disapproval. She wasn't used to feeling arousal, but I'd awakened her body. Maria quivered, her hand scrubbing at her stomach while her breasts jiggled in her breastplate bikini.
“Zadeg's limp dick!” hissed the dragonborn. “I'm going to cum, too. Let's cum together, sssslut!”
“Yes!” gasped the blue woman, her eyes s
queezing shut.
“Is she, like, the water version of Haîcze?”
“A naiad,” said Iris, nodding her head. “A higher-level one. I think she is chained here. Another guardian to the sanctuary.”
“And one the cultists must have bypassed unless they fucked her, too.”
“No, no, they did not know the secret of drawing me out!”
“She likes pussy,” the dragonborn moaned. “Made me cum when I stepped in the water, the naughty slut.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” the naiad moaned. “Cumming!”
Water gushed from her nipples, splashing across the dragonborn's heaving tits. It ran over them, spilling clear liquid that made me groan. My cheeks burned. I wanted to join them. The naiad bucked while the dragonborn snarled.
Her face twisted in rapture. Though she had reptilian features, her blue eyes slit like a snake's, she had delicate facial features. High cheekbones and plump and soft lips. Her face had a roundness to it, unmistakably feminine.
They were both cumming. Juices gleamed on the inner thighs of the dragonborn. Her tongue thrust out of her mouth, the end forked. She trembled and then she gasped through her pleasure. She panted, tits heaving.
“Oh, oh, that was good,” the naiad moaned.
“I told you I could make you cum hard on my dildo, slut,” the dragonborn said.
“You did,” breathed the naiad, a happy smile on her glistening face. Her hair still swayed around her head, dancing in unseen currents of water. “I shall open my passage and allow you to pass. It's been so long. Where did all the priests go? They used to visit me.”
“They're dead,” the dragonborn said. She glanced at me. “So, you're a Shardhunter. Have a harem, huh?”
“Not officially,” I said. “But they make things interesting.”
The dragonborn pulled the other end of the dildo out of her pussy. It was made of polished obsidian, black surface gleaming from their pussy juices, the edges appearing like smoky glass. She thrust that into a pouch with a collection of scant leathers that she must wear.
“So, two fighters, a mage, and a blushing acolyte,” the dragonborn said. She had no hair, of course, but her pussy lips gleamed, the pink flesh visible through a slit in her scales. She had a clit that poked out hard from her folds. Her slitted eyes flicked me up and down. “You don't have a rogue, do you?”
I grinned. “I wouldn't say no to some melee DPS.”
A wicked grin flashed across her face. Her features were so human, just covered with delicate scales. “Oh, I can deliver that. Name's Twist.”
“Twist?” Dëshoma asked. “That is an... unusual name to possess, Lady Dragonborn.”
“It's not the one my mother named me when I hatched,” she said. “Nice lady. Got a thing for dragon cock. Hence why I'm looking so sexy.” She winked at me. “Make you hard, don't I?”
“You are... striking,” I said, my eyes flicking to her breasts. Those pink bands that made them up still let them have a pliant softness to them. And they were perkier than tits that big should be. More defiant of gravity.
“Tell you what, while the naiad's doing her thing, why don't I join your party and give you a titty fuck.” Her eyebrows arched. She had no hair there, but ridges of scales. She cupped her large breasts and brushed those red nipples thrusting from the center of the same pink band. “What do you say?”
“Welcome to the party,” I said, her casual and blatant sexuality at odds with the other women. Not even Iris was so blunt and upfront.
At my words, I felt the mystical energies shifting around us, wrapping and warping through the air, binding her to the party. I could sense her HP and TP. She was our Level, her Hit Points lower than mine or Maria's, but above Kulri and Dëshoma. She marched towards me, her breasts swaying, her body possessing a reptilian grace.
She touched me with a warm hand. Not cool like I expected. She might look reptilian, but she was actually half-dragon. Her father had truly fucked a human mother. That made my dick hard imagining what that must have been like to see.
She leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were dry but smooth. They were different from the other girls'. They had a rigidness to them but flexed at the joints between scales. Her thick, forked tongue thrust in a moment later. She invaded my mouth as she kissed me with hunger, moaning as she did.
My hands went to her hips. I held her tight, my dick and my cock ring twitching in my leather pants. I needed relief. The naiad was busy talking to the waterfall. It was like she was begging, even cajoling it, to part.
I guess we did have some time to kill. Nice of the game designers to add this in and...
I blinked. I was forgetting this wasn't a game. That this wasn't my life. It was so easy. These girls were too real. They weren't bots in a game. They had feelings. Emotions. They reacted in unpredictable ways. No one could have programmed this world to be this realistic, and yet...
Here I was.
How had a porn game company made something this advanced?
Those thoughts rippled through my mind and I found I didn't care. This was my life. The details weren't important. These women were as real as anyone I had ever known. My hands slid around and cupped her scaly ass. Her flesh gave way beneath her hard scales, her flesh perky and pliant beneath. She moaned, wiggling.
She broke the kiss and purred, “Let's get this armor off of you.”
“Sure,” I said. “Take it off. Your first order.”
She laughed. “I'm not sure I'm that type of woman. But, for today, I'll play. Watch out, give me the wrong order...”
“I'll take my chances.”
She laughed, her scarlet face twisting in delight, her pink-banded tits heaving. She shot her hands down and undid my belt as her mirth died down. As she unbuckled me, she added, “I like you...? You haven't even told me your name.”
“Marcus Aurelius,” I said. “The sexy fighter's Maria du Marne, the blushing acolyte is Lady Dëshoma, and the busty elf is Kulrigiizhai.” I was rather proud of myself for not biting my tongue. “We call her Kulri.”
“Better than biting your tongue,” Twist said and then laughed again. She peeled up my bronze chainmail and exposed my chest. She let out a hiss that sounded full of approval. Her hands caressed my muscular chest, her fingernails ending in sharp points. They felt exciting caressing over me.
“Very nice,” she said. Then she undid my leather pants, leaving my greaves strapped on to my lower body. She shoved those down and groaned as my cock fell out into her hands. Her scaled grip wrapped around me. She stroked up and brushed the cock ring. “Now I am impressed. And pierced. Kinky.”
“Art thou really intending to receive the pleasure of her breasts stimulating thine cock now, Lord Marcus?” Dëshoma asked.
* * / *
Twist glanced at the cleric. She had the sort of face and hips that men would pay good money to fuck. She had lips born to suck cock not to ask men pointless questions like that. If Grunt ever got his hands on you...
“When a man needs to be relieved, and you got the right set of tits to do it, why not?” Twist glanced back at the naiad. “She's taking her sweet time. Why not have some fun?”
“It's fine,” Marcus said, waving the cleric away.
“Of course you think it is fine,” the elf said, her voice flat. Twist flicked her gaze to her next, studying her in that tight, purple robe that fell open in the front to show off her panties and stockings. She'd seen mages wearing similar gear.
This one was cold. She could use a cock in her a few times a day to keep her warm. Marcus, Marcus, Marcus, why haven't you got her panting for your dick?
“I suppose it's okay,” the human warrior said, her cheeks blushing bright. The way she looked at Marcus made Twist smile.
Now she's starting to understand her place. Little whore was probably broke in by him. And with a lot less pain than I'd gotten from Grunt.
“Just sit your ass down on the stone, Marcus, and I'll make your dick feel amazing.”
He grinne
d at me. He had that strong, commanding face that made women wet for him. The type that would have the whores of a brothel forgetting that they were there to be paid. They'd fall in love with him and have their hearts broken when he found another pretty face to fuck.
Twist understood how the world worked. Most women, and men, had deluded themselves. Love wasn't real. There was just fucking. It felt good a lot of the time. Men were often nicer to you after you'd pleasured them. It was a good way to ingratiate herself with her new party leader. He'd increase her odds of finding the loot at the end of the dungeon.
The dragonborn rogue salivated for the wealth she hoped was still here as she fell to her knees before him.
She grabbed her tits and wrapped them around his cock. She pressed them against his warm cock and stared up at him. She recognized his type. A dominating man. He'd want her to praise his cock—though it is praiseworthy, she thought, enjoying the thickness between her tits—and pretend he was the greatest lover she'd ever had.
Not that she'd had many of those. Plenty of okay ones. A few that hurt her.
“This big cock is going to cum so hard,” she purred. “You're going to coat my face in your cum, aren't you?”
His grin broadened. Oh, yes, Twist knew just what sort of man he was.
* * / *
“Damn,” I groaned as Twist slid her boobs up my cock and engulfed the tip.
They were soft and pillowy as tits that big should be, but covered by the supple band of scales. Smooth and hard at the same time, but flexible. The gaps between the bands felt amazing as they slid over my frenulum, stimulating my cock.
I groaned, savoring the pleasure of her. The bliss she delivered to me rippled down my cock. I would cum so hard thanks to her. She squeezed those warm boobs around my cock. She massaged me, twisting my cock ring through the glans of my dick.
“Shit!” I groaned. “That's good.”
“Shit,” she hissed. “That's not a curse I know.”
“He's from far away,” said Maria. “He says many strange words.”
“Yeah, fucking far away,” I groaned. Another world.
“Ssshhh, I'm glad,” she hissed, her voice almost purring. “I'm going to enjoy this cock in my pussy. This ring shall stimulate me.”
