by Eden Redd
“I will feast on the marrow in your bones but not before your seed fills my belly to give me more daughters!” the hag growled.
“This is getting dark,” Thorrin whispered to himself.
The hag lifted a long spindly hand and lashed out. Thorrin ducked once and again as the limb came back. Claws flashed as she tried to slash at his legs. The paladin stepped back just out of reach as claws raked at air. Hammer swinging sideways, he connected with the back of its hand. The hag bellowed out a scream, pulling back and clutching at her hand. Thorrin took the advantage and rushed the tall hag. Booted feet splashed into the water’s edge and his hammer swung out. The blunt metal hit the hag against her hip. Hit points drained but she did not falter as she whipped out her hand. The impact sent the paladin flying through the air. Crashing into the ground, he quickly rolled back onto his feet. Protection dropping, his armor class returned to normal
Before Thorrin could reactivate his protection, the hag pointed a spindly finger at him. A black lightning bolt streaked out and struck the paladin dead in the chest. Thorrin stumbled back a few steps before falling onto his back. Checking his stats in the corner of his vision, he saw that he suffered no hit point damage but a status effect blinked over and over.
Spirit Poison Effect! Lose 1 stat point and 10 hit points every twenty minutes until cured.
The paladin grunted as he rolled sideways and back to his feet, hammer in hand. Ready to fight, shock sank into his eyes. The hag was sinking back into the murky pond water, eyes on him and a crooked smile on her lips. She continued to stare as her body sank deeper and deeper.
“I’m coming for you, paladin. You will give me daughters to replace the ones you killed. When you are too weak to fight back, I’ll be there, draining every last drop of your seed,” The hag said in a darkly soothing voice before her head disappeared under the pond waters.
Thorrin took a step forward when all his stats lost a point and ten hit points drained. Activating his healing ability, he restored the hit points but could not heal the stat loss. An edge of panic latched onto Thorrin’s mind. He knew he had to get somewhere soon to heal the status effect. Nightmarish thoughts of the hag raping him filled him with dread. Already the player could feel the tinge of weakness from losing one stat point to all of his stats.
Pulling up a 2D map of the area, the paladin scanned it for any towns that may be able to heal him. Feeling like eyes were still on him, the paladin began walking as a sliver of dread coiled around his thoughts.
Four
The sky turned a yellowish orange with puffy clouds dotting the heavens. Thorrin pressed on, stats and hit points draining. The Spirit Poison effect blinked in the corner of his vision with a small timer counting down. Traversing the small forest was slowing him down and he had about two hours before his stats reached zero. Thoughts of the hag hunting him pushed his legs to move but a weakness seeped into his mind and body. Vision blurring, the paladin pushed on.
Thorrin felt the connection to his virtual body began to wane. Weakness coiled around digital muscles as his vision ebbed and flowed with a hazy fog. Glancing up, he could see a spike of a building or home through the trees. Hope filling his heart, the paladin pushed his body forward, each step a struggle. A small wooden fence appeared through the brush. Stumbling forward, the paladin’s hand took hold and used it to keep himself standing. Clawing forward, he could see the edge of the small fence turn and dirt path lay.
A low growl filled the area and the paladin turned his head. Eyes searching, he focused to his left and the edge of the small forest. A shaggy dog bent low with a deep growl and eyes sharp. But it wasn’t looking to the paladin but something emerging from the darkening forest. Thorrin stopped walking and tried to focus. Something thin and white stepped from the dark forest edge. Decayed bones moved robotically as a jaw flexed. A skeletal hand reached out for the shaggy dog as it bared its teeth. The dog stared at the skeleton as it lurched toward it, hand grasping at the air. Thorrin reached for his hammer hooked to his belt. The skeleton looked weak but he wasn’t taking any chances. Hammer in hand, he held onto the fence and eyed the situation.
The dog let out a small bark as the skeleton stepped closer. Twigs snapped and dead leaves crushed under bone white skeletal feet. Thorrin prepared to launch at the skeleton, ready to defend the shaggy dog when the dog charged. The paladin stared as the dog opened its jaw and snapped down onto ribcage. The skeleton moved its hands, grabbing hold of the dog’s fur. Thorrin threw himself at the skeleton and dog, hammer at his side. When he was within a few feet, he stopped. The dog wretched his head from side to side, bones splintering and falling away. The skeleton made no noise as it tried to claw the dog in its bone hands. Decayed tendons snapped. The dog let go only to clamp down on the skeleton’s spine. With a snap of its jaws, the skeleton’s spine spanned. The entire undead creature fell to the ground in white pieces. The dog continued to pull it apart with a mighty shake of its head. A second later, the skeleton shattered into a greenish light.
Thorrin stumbled over, checking the dog for any injuries. It had a small gash in its fur. The dog turned to the paladin, eyes wide and tongue hanging out. It rushed to him and lifted its paw onto the weakened paladin’s chest. Thorrin grinned as he used one of his wisdom points to heal the dog. Eyes twinkling, the dog licked his face before falling to all fours, tail wagging.
“Can you show me into town?” Thorrin asked with weak grin.
The dog barked and led the way. Thorrin followed the shaggy dog as they stepped onto the dirt path. Moments later, the dog and paladin stepped onto the main street of the small town.
The sun continued its descent, the sky turning from a bright orange to dull embers. Lanterns lined the main dirt road running through the middle of town. Townsfolk talked and carried on as the dog led the paladin. Thorrin’s vision was growing hazy once again as several more stat points drained away. He had only minutes before he was down for the count. Several townsfolk turned their attention to the pale paladin and the shaggy dog. The dog barked as if to alert everyone to help their visitor. Several more heads turned and feet began to move. Townsfolk rushed to Thorrin as he took a step and fell to one knee. Hands reached out and took hold of his arms, lifting him up and helping him along.
Images came in flashes as the paladin looked up. Faces were hazy but eyes filled with concern. Looking up, he could see the tower point of a church at the end of the dirt main street. A holy symbol stood at the very tip, casting a welcoming dim aura. Hands wrapped around his waist as they practically dragged him to the front church doors.
The doors opened and a priest stepped out, eyes melting into concern as he looked down at the weak paladin. With a motion of his hand, the townsfolk pulled Thorrin inside. It was then when shadows took hold and the player passed out into warm darkness.
***
The abyss swirled as Thorrin looked on. His mind was alert but his body wasn’t responding. The player assumed that since the status effect had nearly finished him, either he was dead or mostly dead. A bright flash rippled through the darkness. Thorrin could feel his body once again. Mentally ordering his eyes open, lids blinked in the dim light. Two shadowy figures stood over him, a small lantern behind them on the stone wall.
“Welcome back. We almost lost you,” smiled the priest.
Blinking away the haze, Thorrin could see the smiling face of the priest in dark robes. Beside him stood a woman in what appeared a modified nun’s clothing. She wore a nun’s habit and dressed in black and white clothes except the dress had slits running up her legs to her bare hips. Armor covered her midsection and curved around plump breasts but it only covered just below her impressive cleavage. Her eyes were sad, a lock of red hair spilled out from the edge of her habit. Lips were full but held tight. Red irises stared at the paladin as he attempted to move.
“I almost didn’t make it,” Thorrin said with a smirk.
The priest nodded, “Please remain still. You haven’t fully recovered. Cleric Lyra
Purebreeze managed to pull you from the edge of death. It would seem you ran into one of the bog hags in the area.”
Thorrin nodded, “Thank you for your help.”
“You are most welcome, Paladin, and welcome to the town of Apple Shire.”
Thorrin tried to sit up but a wave of weakness washed over his senses, sending him back down onto bed.
“It will take time for you to be at full strength. I recommend you to stay the night. You can leave in the morning if you wish.”
“Thank you for your hospitality,” Thorrin managed through his weak voice.
The priest gave the paladin a comforting gaze, “My name is Rosk Bright, Priest of Vala. Lyra will stay with you until morning to make sure you are back to full health. Come see me when you’re ready.”
Rosk turned to Lyra, “Make sure he is accommodated for the night.”
“Yes, Priest Bright.” Lyra said with a bow of her head.
Rosk bowed back and moved to the door. Closing it behind him, Thorrin turned his gaze to the cleric. Lyra turned her attention to the paladin. Taking a wooden chair, she pulled it closer and sat down. Thorrin stared at her, unable to tear away from her curves and exposed cleavage. Lyra was silent, eyes dour.
“Please take off your armor and clothes. You will sleep better.”
Thorrin moved a little and looked down. He was still in his armor and it was slightly uncomfortable. Looking back up at Lyra’s red eyes, he could tell what was happening as the tension grew thick. The player knew this was a sex game but memories of his kinks floated up one by one. Naughty caretaker/nurse floated through his mind and he wondered if this was one of those times. The turn on was one of his big ones, whether he was taking care of another or they were taking care of him.
Lyra continued her red gaze. Thorrin feeling her eyes on him, he moved his hand to his chest and pressed his palm to it. Armor and clothes faded away, the thin blanket on him floated down onto his virtual skin. Lyra ran her eyes up and down his fit form, noticing the growing bulge between his legs. The cleric moved her eyes upward to his firm chest, pretending she didn’t notice his growing manhood.
“Is this where you help me heal?” Thorrin said with a slight grin.
Lyra turned her sad eyes to the fallen paladin, “I already healed you. Now you simply have to rest.”
“Do you heal many people here?” Thorrin asked as a stab of uncertainty filled him. He thought the game kind of went into the sex pretty easy but now he wasn’t so sure. Maybe it was his selection of kinks or maybe it simply took some time to get there at first.
“You’re a new player, aren’t you?” Lyra asked.
Thorrin raised an eyebrow, “Yea. I’m guessing now that your one too.”
Lyra grew silent as a grave, eyes still running along his manly chest. Thorrin stared at the cleric but made no move. She ignored his gaze as she sat and eyed the fine outline of his body under the white sheet. A delicate hand reached out and fingers ran along his muscled thigh.
“I’m new to this so we don’t have to do anything. I’m still getting used to the game and….” Thorrin trailed off.
Fingers ran along the snake-like bulge against his thigh. The gentle touch caused his manhood to bounce under the sheet. Lyra’s sad gaze stayed on it, running her fingers over it again. The player sucked in a small breath as bright sensation filled his mind and body. The cleric’s touch was intense with her gentle grazes. Thorrin wanted to say something more but quieted the urges to talk.
Hands gently caressing his manhood, it seemed that the cleric didn’t even notice the paladin any longer. Instead she focused on his member as it bounced to her touch. Not content to feel it with the blanket over it, a hand moved back and slid under the sheet edge. Fingers touched muscled thigh, causing Thorrin’s manhood to stand at attention. When they grazed his throbbing cock, Thorrin tried to sit up.
Hand pulling back, the cleric pressed it to his shoulder, “Please lay down. You need your rest.”
“I usually like to know someone before….”
“We can talk later, when you’re better rested.” Lyra said with little emotion.
Thorrin, seeing the intent in her red eyes, laid back but bunched up the pillow under his neck. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her nearly taboo outfit and curves. The cleric moved her hand back underneath the sheet, this time fingers taking hold of his shaft. The player couldn’t stop as he stiffened to her touch. Gently stroking up and down, her other hand pulled away just enough blanket to expose his thighs, slender hips and rock-hard manhood.
Lyra moved up and down with long, practiced strokes. She gazed at his throbbing head, a strange madness in her eyes. Thorrin thought he would be uncomfortable his first time in the game but instead pushed those annoying thoughts away. It was a game and if a beautiful cleric wanted him then why would he stop it. A nagging thought did pull at his logic, wondering if she was indeed another player or a clever AI avatar. The nagging thought quickly fell to the background as Lyra leaned forward.
Tongue snaking out between full lips, she licked the tip, her eyes closing. Thorrin watched as her tongue ran along his thick head and down his veiny shaft. Electric sensations flooded his senses as she played with his sensitive tip. A light licking sound filled the small chamber. Moving off the chair, the cleric pushed it back with one hand and fell to her knees beside the bed. The paladin put an arm behind his head, watching as her lips parted and gently closed around the end. The heat in the room glowed as warm lips took inches. Thorrin let out a small involuntary groan.
Lyra’s lips reached the base of the paladin’s meaty hammer. She kept him in her mouth, tongue pressing along the underside to the roof of her mouth and the tip of his cock deep down her throat. Slowly she bobbed her head. When her lips were high on his shaft, she curled her fingers around it. Together she stroked with her mouth and hand, up and down, lightly moaning.
Thorrin had a difficult time controlling his breathing. The cleric sucked and slathered against his manhood. A drop of pre-come beaded and was quickly licked away. The moans grew louder as she kept her eyes closed. The paladin wanted her more and more, deep urges rising to the occasion. The player knew it had been a while since he was with someone. The urges grew to a fevered pitch and fear tripped him up as he could feel the need to explode.
Lyra kneeled and sucked as if she was deep prayer. Light moans rose up, the vibrations cascading over his hard cock. Unable to find the words to warn her, thick pulses pushed to the surface. Thorrin stared as her lock of red hair moved to her rhythm. Lyra’s other hand clasped against an exposed thigh while she stroked and sucked. Squeezing Thorrin’s leg, the player felt like it was a signal to come.
Heat flared as the paladin could no longer trust himself. Body betraying him, hips pushed up, stabbing his cock deep in her throat. Lyra made no sound as the paladin’s cock thickened along the shaft. Spurts of molten come struck the back of her throat. Lyra upped the tempo, coaxing more into her throat. Thorrin couldn’t believe the explosive pulses as he grunted again and again. When the bliss subsided, his head cradled back into the pillow, taking long ragged breaths.
Lyra didn’t stop her long strokes, drinking down the paladin’s come. Thorrin took a sharp intake of breath as sensitivity filled him. He wanted to tap her shoulder, letting her know he needed a moment but the cleric continued her masterful suckling. Half hard, the player simply watched as she continued to kneel, sucking on him as if he wasn’t there.
“I….” was all Thorrin managed to say.
The cleric suckled on and on until moments later, the paladin was hard again. The player stared in amazement as she continued her prayer, trying to summon more of his seed. A warm haze filled Thorrin’s vision as wet sounds whispered in the small chamber. He didn’t think he could go again but her tongue was like magic, calling to him, begging to be filled again and again. Another urge welled up and Thorrin couldn’t hold back. Come spurted once again, filling her mouth with thick white seed. Again, she sucked it down and co
ntinued to hold his cock in her mouth, stroking with lustful desire for more.
The paladin writhed to her lips, unable to break away as she went about praying for more of his seed.
***
Thorrin blinked his eyes open. The lantern burned low and the room was empty save for him. Sitting up, new vitality surged under his skin and muscles. Swinging his legs over, he tried to recall what had happened. He remembered Lyra sucking him off about five times before he passed out. Strange dreams filled his mental landscape and odd memories popped in and out of Lyra taking him a few more times. The player thought he would be sore but instead he felt fantastic. Despite wearing the MEG gear and helmet, he knew he could sleep with it on. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed but it was enough for him to recuperate.
Standing up, the paladin pressed a palm to his chest. Armor, clothes and hammer appeared. Moving to the door, he opened it and stepped outside. Glancing around he could see he was in a small passage way. To his left, there was a gentle singing in the distance. The player turned and began walking toward it, a little extra energy in each step.
Stepping through the end of the small hallway, a room opened up. The ceiling was vaulted high above into a triangular point. Stained glass windows ran along the walls, sunlight casting shafts of reds, greens and blues on the wooden pews. Lyra was sitting in the front row, eyes downward. She didn’t move or even glance at the paladin as he stepped in further.
“You’re up and fully healed,” said a voice to Thorrin’s right.
The paladin turned to see a small altar and Rosk standing by it with a wide smile on his lips.
“Thank you for everything,” Thorrin said as he turned to the priest.
“It is our duty to help those in need. I do hope you stay with us a while before you continue your journey.”
“I don’t see why not. It’s the least I could do,” Thorrin said as he glanced to Lyra and back to Rosk.
The priest stepped down and closed the distance, eyes taking in the paladin’s confused expression. “Don’t mind Lyra. Much like you, she is simply passing through.”