Fighter Awakens in the Naughty World

by Reed James

  The blue rippled around us. We lurched forward and appeared in my camp. My own private part of the world, surrounded by the wall made of purple hexagons that surrounded us and cut us off from the others.

  I surveyed the field. Two buildings had appeared. One had the look of an open-air kitchen with a wood-burning oven and stovetop, counters, a woodblock full of chef knives, pots and pans dangling from a rack from the ceiling, and more. An apron lay across the counter. Shelly smiled and ran to it, picking up her apron and donning it.

  She wore nothing else, this being a world based on an erotic MMORPG.

  “Damn, her ass looks cute in that,” said Twist as Shelly turned around. The white apron's ties formed a bow above her curving rump, the tails dangling down over both of her cheeks.

  “Yes, she does,” I groaned.

  “I'll start work on dinner,” Shelly said and opened a box. Frosty air billowed out. It was some sort of cold box. A magical refrigerator. She began pulling out ingredients. I had no idea where they came from.

  My attention turned to the other building. It was a small trader's stand with a counter and a bored-looking sylph resting her head on it. She stretched and yawned, her white hair moving around in a breeze that danced around her.

  “Haîcze,” I said, smiling at the first member of my harem.

  “Oh, Marcus, you're back,” she said. “And you brought a lot of women with you. I shouldn't be surprised the way you ate my pussy. You have the skill to win a lot of ladies to your harem.”

  “Only two more so far,” I said. “So, you got your own little shop?”

  “Yep,” she said. “If you got any loot you need selling, I'll give you coin now and when I get to the city, well, I'll make even more profit.”

  “Your own fence,” hissed Twist. She sat her pouch on the counter as she came up beside me. “Perfect. I have much loot to sell you.”

  “Bring it on,” said Haîcze. “Then I'll go explore the temple, if you want. See if you missed any loot.”

  “I was thorough,” Twist said.

  “Not as thorough as me,” winked Haîcze.

  Loot was sold, coins were accumulated, and Haîcze sauntered to the Shardpool to head back to the very Temple where I rescued her from. Of course, it was safe now, so the sylph explorer should face no danger.

  Then I grinned. I'd just sent my first minion on a mission. She'd be gone, on cooldown as it were, until she came back.

  A table with long benches was set up with plates when we finished with Haîcze. Shelly looked busy in the kitchen, moving around, cooking food. She hummed as she did, her cute rump swaying as she worked.

  I'd never been so fascinated by watching someone cook in my life. If one of those cooking shows my ex used to love had a host with an ass that tight, I'd be glued to the screen.

  Dinner was a scrumptious feast of roasted lamb seasoned with herbs, mashed peas which were a new experience for me, and she even whipped up a pudding bread that was drizzled with a sweet, sugar beet sauce. The taste was wholly different from any dessert I'd eaten, not as sweet, but still a delicious treat to finish off the night.

  The sun had set by then and we gathered around the campfire. My home base was still empty, but I knew that would change as we went on more adventures together. We had two shards to play with, but I was in for other activities.

  “Shelly,” I said, patting the spot on my left, Dëshoma kneeling on my right. “You're my concubine now.”

  She blushed and sank down beside me, still wearing just her apron. It wasn't cold here. In fact, it was just the right temperature, even with night falling, to be naked. I was down to just my leather pants. She rested her head on my shoulder and smiled at me.

  “Going to pop her cherry?” Twist asked. The dragonborn rogue had already stripped off her leather straps, freeing her pink-banded breasts and her red nipples.

  “With Dëshoma's help,” I said, glancing at my other concubine. “I would love to see you eat out her pussy.”

  “Of course, Lord Marcus,” said Dëshoma. “Both of us art thine concubines. It is only fitting that we shouldst exchange pleasures. I suspect that, upon the adventuresome Haîcze's return, I shalt indulge in my newfound desires for the feminine with her. Unless thou disapprove of such activities.”

  “Hell fucking no, Lady Dëshoma,” I said.

  “Hell fucking no...” Twist said. “What is hell? Such a strange word. And using fuck in that manner.”

  “Maybe one day I'll tell you my story.” I arched an eyebrow at her. “And then you'll tell me yours.”

  “What's to tell? I'm a thief. I steal. I rob. I have fun. The others might be here to save the world, I just want to be rich.”

  Simple wasn't bad, but I couldn't be that selfish. This world had dangers, but it had things worth fighting for. The people needed someone to be their champion. That was the point of heroes, and being one was enthralling.

  And it had such sweet rewards.

  “Might I suck your cock, Marcus, while Dëshoma readies Shelly?” Maria asked.

  Twist's laughter roared across the fire.

  “He is not the sort of male to say no to pleasure,” said Kulri. Her ears twitched as she sat there in her new robes of pink that contrasted nicely with her panties and stockings of purple. Her nipples thrust hard through the cutouts in the front of her outfit.

  “Nor are you,” I said. “Elf, make Twist cum however she wants it.”

  * * / *

  Maria felt extra graceful as she moved over to Marcus to suck on his cock. It was probably all in her head since she only had one level as a Duelist, but she still liked the idea of moving with the same effortless glide as Kulri.

  Dëshoma settled in to lick Shelly's pussy while Kulri and Twist went around the other side of the fire to become intimate with each other. Maria focused on Marcus's cock before her. She really, really liked sucking him. She had no idea why that was.

  Regret rippled through her for holding onto her maidenhood for so long. She always thought there would be time to explore these pleasures, and then the Cock-Wilt Plague had come to Gastin. She pushed down that guilt as she lowered her head to enjoy Marcus's cock, her hair spilling about her round face.

  She thrust her left hand between her thighs to find her aching pussy while her right gripped his cock, holding it upright. She rubbed at her hot flesh as her lips came closer and closer to his crown. Precum already beaded it.

  The sight excited her.

  A hunger rippled through her flesh to please him. She yearned for it. Her pussy clenched. The heat rippled out of her. She wiggled her hips from side to side, her juices soaking her fingers as they pleased her twat.

  “That's it,” Marcus said, though she wasn't sure if it was to her or to Dëshoma.

  She chose to believe it was to her.

  “I'll love your cock, Marcus,” she moaned and then engulfed his cock.

  “Dëshoma,” whimpered Shelly behind her while her lips slid down Marcus's shaft.

  She took as much of him as she could in her mouth. He brushed the back of her throat. She only had half of him in her mouth. Part of her wondered if she could take more. She rubbed harder at her pussy lips, sliding her fingers up and down her folds. Her juices soaked them. Her pubic hair tickled her digits.

  She wanted to find out if she could take him all, feeling this urge to really love his cock.

  She bobbed her head up and down, building up for the moment when she would try and swallow his cock. Drool ran down his shaft to her hand stroking the base. His salty precum filled her mouth. He groaned, savoring the pleasure she delivered to him.

  “That's it,” groaned Marcus. “Mmm, just like that.”

  His words encouraged her. On the next slide down his cock, she pressed the tip against the back of her throat and swallowed him. She wanted to gag as she pushed her head lower. She gurgled and fought the urge.

  “Shit!” he gasped. “Oh, that's great. Damn, Maria!”

  She shuddered as his hand ti
ghtened in her fiery hair. This wild thrill rippled through her. As she slid the tip of his cock past her gullet and down her esophagus, she thrust a pair of fingers into her twat. She pumped them in and out of her snatch. She stirred them around and reveled in the pleasure flowing out of her cunt.

  Marcus groaned at the pleasure she gave him. Shelly whimpered and gasped, and Twist and Kulri groaned and hissed. They made interesting sounds, but Maria focused on swallowing more and more of his cock.

  His shaft slid down her gullet. She pulled her hand away from the base of his shaft to swallow more of him. He reached further and further. His black pubic hair came closer and closer to her mouth. Then she nuzzled into him. She shuddered in delight at the feel of his wiry pubic hair rubbing against her mouth.

  I did it! she thought, frigging her pussy hard and fast.

  “God fucking damn, Maria,” he groaned.

  She reveled in the feel of his pubic hair rubbing on her lips. She breathed in his musk through her nose. Little stars of triumph danced before her eyes. She moaned, feeling her vocal cords vibrating against his shaft.

  “That's fucking fantastic.”

  A thrill ran through her. She pumped her fingers faster and faster in and out of her cunt. She reamed herself as she loved Marcus's cock. She slid back up him, sucking the entire way. It made this naughty, wet, slurping sound that her pussy loved.

  She thrust a third digit into her cunt, her pleasure spilling through her. She frigged herself fast, stimulating her pussy walls. The heel of her hand massaged her clit. She reached the tip of his cock, drool spilling down her chin.

  Then she slid her mouth back down him again.

  It made her shudder at how easily she swallowed his cock the second time. She moaned around his thick shaft, hoping he liked that. He groaned. His pleasure only excited her. He was her party leader. She had to submit to him.

  Derrick will understand. Once I find the cure. He will.

  She bobbed her head, fucking her mouth up and down his cock. He loved it. His dick twitched and throbbed. She nursed on him when she slid to the pinnacle. Then she'd slide her lips back down and swallow his cock again. Her tongue danced around his shaft. The tip. Whatever bit of it she could caress.

  “Fucking hell, you're good at deep-throating a cock, Maria!”

  That made her so happy to hear. She wiggled her hips, thrusting her fingers faster and faster in and out of her cunt. She wiggled them around in her snatch. The pleasure surged through her. Her hips danced from side to side as the bliss rippled through her body.

  His dick throbbed. His groans grew louder and louder. Her own orgasm built and built. She nuzzled into his pubic hair over and over again. She loved the kiss of his wiry hair on her lips, the tickle on her cheeks.

  Her fingers stirred up her cunt. Her three digits plunged deep. Juices ran down her wrist. Her clit throbbed against her wrist. The human Duelist gave Marcus all the bliss she could. She didn't hold back anything while she frigged herself towards her orgasm.

  “That's it!” he gasped as she bottomed out on him, her lips nuzzling into his bush. “Fuck, yes, Maria!”

  His cock twitched. The first spurt of his cum fired straight down her throat to her belly. It warmed in her stomach as she slid her mouth up fast. Her pussy exploded with pleasure as he fired a second time down her throat.

  His third blast fired into her mouth, spilling across the roof and igniting her taste buds with the salty delight. She whimpered, her pussy going wild. The pleasure rushed through her body. Her juices gushed out around her fingers.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he cursed with each eruption of cum into her mouth.

  His body trembled before her. He fell back, stretching out as she sucked out the last of his cum. Stars danced before her, bursting around his muscular chest as it rose and fell. The waves of bliss inundated her mind while she savored the last taste of his seed.

  She hit that wonderful peak of pleasure, so glad to be able to blow him. To love and please him. She buzzed from the shuddering bliss he'd just given her. Her head swayed. She blinked away the stars, so happy to have pleased him.

  “Damn,” he groaned.

  “Dëshoma!” Shelly squealed. “Axyileri's ecstatic joy!”

  “Sounds like Shelly's ready for me.”

  Maria slid her mouth off his cock and smiled at her party leader. “Enjoy her.”

  * * / *

  “How shall I please you, Twist?” Kulrigiizhai asked as she followed Twist around to the other side of the large fire. Being ordered to please the rogue by Marcus Aurelius gave the elf a distraction as she pondered the best path forward for her.

  Which class should she choose to specialize in? She leaned towards one, but which would be the best for her to achieve her goal of finding the Black Diamond and enacting her revenge. The flames of hatred and the pleasure in serving Marcus were all she felt any longer.

  And the later was such a new delight. A distraction. Maybe I should also leave him and strike out on my own.

  She could continue focusing on her intellect and become a Wizard. To increase her mastery of arcane spells, with the promise of future specialization in a variety of spheres of magic from evocations to abjurations to mental magics like psionics. However, the path of dexterity could give her more survivability if she were to go off on her own. Become a Gambler and risk her revenge on the toss of a dice. That led to paths of magic such as illusions and mesmerization. Lastly, she could shift focus into faith and become a Preacher. That opened up paths of exploring conjurations. The summoning of varies entities to do her bidding, even necromancy and the control of the dead.

  All had their positives and their negatives.

  Should I stay or should I go?

  “Did you hear me, elf?” Twist hissed.

  Kulrigiizhai blinked. “No, my apologies. I was thinking about other matters.”

  “Which class to choose, eh?” Twist snorted. “Tricky, ain't it. Maria might have chosen hers with ease, but the rest of us appear to be hesitating. Not like me to be so indecisive.”

  “It is a decision that shall affect the rest of our lives as Shardhunters,” Kulri answered. “We have all the possibilities open before us, but two-thirds of those choices are removed the moment we step onto one path.”

  “So let's not think about it and fuck,” Twist said, stretching out on her back and parting her scaled thighs to flash her pussy, lips engorged and gleaming in juices. “Ever tribbed a girl?”

  “I cannot say I have,” Kulrigiizhai answered as she peeled down her panties over her garter straps and purple stockings. She exposed her hairless, tight slit.

  “Well,” Twist said, leaning back and spreading her thighs wider, “we just work our pussies together and grind them. It's quite the thrill.”

  “Oh, yes, I see.” A shiver of delight ran through the elf. It was so strange to long for physical pleasures. To find enjoyment in them. “Marcus Aurelius has commanded me to please you, so I shall.”

  “Just a little elf-slut, huh?”

  “Yes,” she answered, her pussy clenching at the demeaning tone. “This elf is willing to do anything he commands.”

  Twist's scaled head cocked to the side as if in consideration. Her forked tongue flicked out. “'This elf', huh?”

  Slipping into the role of slave, surrendering her identity, was no problem for the elf. Her twisted mind would find even more pleasure now. She couldn't control it. Not when she was obeying Marcus. His commands led to such delight. She didn't have to resist.

  She didn't have to be broken.

  “This elf will grind her nasty pussy against yours and make you cum.”

  “Us cum,” hissed the dragonborn. “I want to feel those juices bathing my twat.”

  “This elf will obey.”

  The elf slipped down with grace between Twist's thighs. With skill, the elf thrust her long legs forward, intertwining them with Twist's scaled limbs. The elf worked herself closer, one leg going over the dragonborn and the other u
nder. The heat in the elf's pussy increased as their twats closed the distance.

  They met in a searing kiss that sent a wild thrill through her body. She shuddered at the feel of hot pussy lips, soft and silky as her own, surrounded by hard scales. It was a delight the elf had never experienced. Her large breasts jiggled in the confines of her pink robes. The air swirled around her exposed nipples.

  Moans and gasps rose over the fire as Dëshoma devoured Shelly and Maria serviced Marcus Aurelius.

  Lucky you, thought the elf. Of course, being ordered to pleasure another added to her humiliation.

  To her pussy's heat.

  She undulated her hips, working her cunt instinctively against the dragonborn's. Pebbly scales and hot pussy folds caressed the elf's labia and clitoris. The pleasure surged through her. The tips of her ears buzzed with her arousal.

  “Yes, you know just how to move, elf.” Twist grabbed the elf's right leg. “Mmm, just grinding that twat on mine. Sssh, we're going to enjoy this, aren't we?”

  “This elf will make sure we both have orgasms!”

  “Good, good. Grind that cunt on mine. Massage my clitoris. Yes, like that. Sssh, work that pussy against me. Īwheda's clumsy fingers, that's delicious.”

  “This elf is pleased to pleasure you.”

  “Pleased to pleasure...” Twist laughed, her own hips undulating. Her large, banded tits heaved. “You are an interesting one.”

  “This elf is nothing special.”

  The dragonborn merely let out a hissing moan next. Her forked tongue darted out as they tribbed their cunts together. The elf grabbed a scaled leg, pressing it between her breasts and holding it for leverage. Her soft boobs slid over the hard scales, drinking in the pleasure.

  Their combined musks filled the elf's nose. Her own sweet juices and the spicy delight of Twist's hot cunt. The perfume sent a wicked thrill through the elf. She ground harder, blending their juices together. Their creams mixed, coating each other's twat.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” hissed Twist. “Zadeg's limp dick, that's what I want. Rub that clitoris into mine. Make us cum. Those sparks... Yesssss!”