by Jareth Stark
Henry and the two tree elves scaled the cliff. The elves found it easy with their light bodies, and nimble movements, but Henry struggled. His large limbs weren’t intended for scaling cliffs. He had decent upper body strength, though, so used his arms for most of the work, grunting as he moved. This was one thing that was much easier in the real world.
Once they were back in the grassy mounds, aided in their directions by Henry’s Stormcom, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
“I’m Alerio,” the second tree elf said. “Thank you for saving us. They wanted to sell us to some rich mages over the water. I’ve never been a slave in my life. I’m not some virgin elf you know. I told them too, I told them ‘hey mister, we’re tree elves’, but they didn’t care. Probably couldn’t even tell the difference. Anyway, if you ever need my help with anything, I live above the produce shop in Eelry. You’ll come find me won’t you”.
“I will,” said Henry, glad that he was being appreciated. “And you - what’s your name?”
“Arvin,” said the first elf. “Did Mela really send you to find me?”
“She did,” Henry replied. “Though it would have been nice to have been given a description of what you looked like before I arrived”.
“Yes, yes, that’s Mela all over,” said Arvin. “Always acts before she thinks. If she hadn’t, though, I suppose it would have been too late. They were shipping us out this evening they said. I’d have never have made my way back here if it wasn’t for you. What did she… what did she promise you in return for getting me home?”
“Some armour,” said Henry. “And she said she’d fuck me”.
“Fuck you? Well, I guess that’s only fair,” said Arvin. “We don’t keep a lot of gold us tree elves, we have different means of getting what we want”.
“I’d love to know more about what that means Arvin, but I promised Mela you’d back by nightfall, so come on, let’s get a move on. This is my first day here in Eelry and I want to get what’s owed to me before finding a place to sleep. I don’t much fancy sleeping outside again tonight”.
“Sleeping outside? No, no you don’t want to do that. Much too many scary things out here, especially after dark. You go speak to Arabella at the inn, she’ll sort you a room. Tell her Arvin sent you and I’ll sort her out with the payment”.
3
It took a little over an hour to get back to Eelry and Henry’s limbs were exhausted by the time the town came into view. He decided that after a long night’s sleep in a comfy bed, he’d go to the stables and see if he could buy a nice horse to travel around on. He supposed he’d be doing a lot of quests over the following days until he found his way home, and getting to each location on foot sounded like a surefire way to get himself killed.
“Arvin, oh Arvin, I’m so glad you’re home,” Mela said as she ran into his arms.
“Thank you for sending someone to find me,” he replied, kissing her softly.
Henry stood watching the pair, and felt a pang of jealousy at their reunion. He didn’t want a girlfriend himself, no that would be too messy when he was an adventurer at heart. But sometimes he did yearn for the affection that Mela clearly had for Arvin.
“So, I suppose you want paying,” said Mela looking Henry up and down, breaking him out of his thoughts. “Arvin, why don’t you go home and I’ll join you in a bit”.
“It’s okay,” Arvin replied. “I know what you promised him for finding me. I’d rather watch if you don’t mind Mela. It would be easier than imagining it if that’s alright with you”.
Mela looked at Henry who shrugged his shoulders. “Doesn’t matter to me,” he said.
Mela huffed, and motioned towards the bushes where Henry had first met her earlier that day. “Will here do?” she asked.
“Here’s fine,” said Henry.
Mela’s auburn hair sparkled in the evening sunlight, and Henry couldn’t help staring as she undid the gold sash on her gown and let it drop to the floor. The softness of her features, and her perfectly symmetrical body made her look like some kind of fucking goddess, and Henry could feel his cock hardening underneath the ragged trousers he was wearing.
It wasn’t romantic and it wasn’t affectionate, but Henry didn’t care. He immediately removed his clothes and armour, and threw them to the floor. A quick glance around showed him that no-one aside from Arvin was watching them, and he doubted anyone would be walking out of town with the night closing in.
If he’d had more time to prepare, Henry would have made Mela stand in front of him and make her beg him to take his cock. He had, after all, just saved the most important person in her life. But he was too worked up for that. His cock, hard and green, just like the rest of his muscular body was throbbing for a release. And Mela was going to give it to him. It was their deal.
Mela looked up at Henry for guidance. “Tell me what you want,” she said, not unkindly.
“Suck it,” he told her, thrusting his hard cock towards her face.
Mela moved closer to Henry and knelt by his feet. Watching the tree elf try to take his big, hard cock in her mouth would have been almost comical to anyone who happened to be watching them, and Henry assumed he was hung like a donkey compared to the tiny cock Arvin must surely have. He wasn’t this big in the real world, either, so it was as much a novelty to him as he was sure it must be for Mela.
After trying to take Henry whole, and being unable to, Mela relented and began to lick her tongue up and down his cock. She licked his shaft lightly and methodically, before planting little kisses on the tip. Every motion was incredibly for Henry, and when she took his massive orc balls in her hands and began to squeeze them gently, he felt like he was about to explode.
“Mmmmm” said Mela, “I don’t see many orcs around these parts, but fuck you are the best I’ve tasted”.
Henry smiled, pleased to see that Mela was enjoying the experience just as much as he was but somewhat confused about her comment. Had she been with other orcs before? Mela bit her lip and looked up to him, the innocent look on her face not quite in tact with the dribbles of orange pre cum that were coating her perfectly shaped lips.
“I’d love to feel this inside me,” she said, almost timidly.
“Bend over then, and let me fuck you,” ordered Henry. He’d never felt so dominant before in his life, and he couldn’t think of anything he wanted more in that moment than to watch his cock easing its way into the tree elf’s tight little pussy, watching her ass bobbing up and down as he took her.
Mela did as commanded. She turned around, rested her body on her knees and her elbows, and stuck her ass in the air.
Henry could see the glistening juices of her pussy, and was thrilled to see signs of her excitement, as well as hear her words. He knelt down behind her and slowly eased himself in. Henry was surprised that her tight little cunt could take him, she certainly didn’t seem to be able to from the outside, but maybe this was some kind of special magic. Maybe this was what Arvin meant when he said tree elves have other ways to make their way in the world.
Holding onto her hips, Henry began to fuck Mela. He started off slowly, but soon quickened his rhythm. Her moans were loud, and he was sure someone would see them, hear what they were doing.
Fuck it, what’s anyone gonna do if they do see us? thought Henry. I dare them to challenge me when I have my axe and a body this fantastic.
“This feels so good,” moaned Mela, her perky ass bouncing with every thrust.
Henry groaned and grunted, nearing his own peak. Feeling Mela’s tight little pussy clenching around his cock was like nothing he’d felt before. He filled every single inch of her, and every pound, every thrust was taking him higher than he’d ever been in his life. Henry didn’t know whether this was a game mechanic or whether it was his sensational orc cock, but damn it felt good. He doubted his level 300 sneaky thief character would have been this good in the sack.
With one last deep thrust, Mela groaned, her pussy clamping hard around Henry’s cock. The sen
sation of it brought him to his own climax. He exploded in a primal orc growl and collapsed onto her, his cock shooting out pints and pints of hot, salty orange cum As Henry released, he watched as it ran out of her, down her thighs, and onto the ground below.
When she had come down from her orgasm, Mela stood up, wrapped her emerald gown around her, and closed it using her gold sash. “You’ll be wanting this as well,” she said, passing over some brand new tree elf armour to Henry. “It’s not as heavy as I’m sure you’d like, but it’s more suited to your level”.
Henry took it and put it on. Within seconds, a spectral light flashed up in front of him. ‘Level 6 achieved’, it said in bright white letters.
“Great, I was wondering what I had to do to level up,” said Henry.
“Have sex,” Mela replied. “Every time you complete a quest and have sex, you’ll gain a level”.
Henry felt confused. “That wasn’t how it used to be,” he said out loud, not quite meaning to.
“Well, that’s how it is when you’re in the game. It’s the same for all the adventurers. But you can’t have sex with each other, it has to be with a quest giver. The way you just fucked me, though, I don’t think you’ll have much trouble finding new quests - if levelling up is your plan, that is. I’ll spread the word”.
Henry wasn’t quite sure what to say. He watched as Mela and Arvin walked towards the town of Eelry, and followed behind them slowly. The sex with Mela had been good, damn good if he was honest, but this new rule, where had it come from? Did he really need to complete a quest and have sex in order to level up? It sounded pretty ridiculous, but if those were the rules of the game, he wouldn’t say no.
For now, though, he needed to find Arabella, the innkeeper Arvin had told him about. It had been a long day, and he needed a good night’s sleep. On the morrow he would seek out a horse and a new quest. He couldn’t wait to see what adventures were in store for him.
4
Henry awoke bright and early. It was his first real day in the RPG Dream Storm Online, and seeing as Stormshire was going to be his home for the foreseeable future, he needed to improve his character in order to survive. Okay, so technically he could just stay in the town of Eelry until he found his way back home, but where was the fun in that?
In the real world, Henry purchased role playing games for the adventure aspect. He enjoyed visiting new places in magical realms, learning skills and improving his character so that he felt like a true warrior. Hanging around the town of Eelry might be fun for a day or two, but he couldn’t stand it for much longer than that. No, he yearned for the adventure. Plus, he was an orc; adventuring and smashing people’s heads open with an axe came with the territory.
After pulling on his ragged clothes and his armour, Henry made his way to the reception of the inn he was staying at. Arabella, the owner of the establishment, hadn’t asked for any coin for the night, but he assumed she’d want something in return. He doubted it would be sex, at least not straight away. After all, the rules for levelling up in the version of Dream Storm Online he was in involved him completing a quest and having an orgasm, so she’d need to give him a quest first.
“I’ll be off now,” Henry grunted to Arabella as he passed the reception area. “Unless there’s anything else you need?”
“I hope you had a comfy night,” Arabella replied. “I don’t need anything, but my friend Rizon does. You’ll find him at the stables”.
Henry had planned to visit the stables anyway; travelling around on foot was a pain. It took forever and exhausted him by the time he got to his destination. But there was no way he was having sex with someone of the same sex, even if it was part of the game’s mechanics. He’d have to work out a deal with him. Seeing as he wasn’t bound by the developers’ quest responses, though, he assumed it wouldn’t be too difficult.
“I’ll head over there now,” said Henry.
“It’s just near the edge of the town,” Arabella called after him. “Tell Rizon I sent you. He’ll know what it’s about”.
Henry opened the door of the inn and was pleased to see that the weather was much better than it had been when he first arrived. The sun was shining brightly over the town, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The marketplace was already getting busy, and traders from all over Stormshire were busy peddling their wares to any merchants who would take them.
Henry didn’t have a lot of coin. He’d picked up around 50 in a chest on the outskirts of town, and all he’d received from his last quest was a new set of armour. He was now wondering whether that was a mistake. Coin would buy him food, a horse, some potions, and a better axe. If Rizon did need him to perform a quest, he’d make sure he was given more as a reward; especially if it meant risking his life.
“Blue grapes, blue grapes, get your blue grapes here,” one of the traders shouted over as he walked past. “The finest grapes in all of Stormshire”.
“Potions, potions, we have lots of potions,” another merchant shouted. Henry looked at the small stall the merchant was standing behind and saw all manner of different things. When playing the game on his console, Henry was usually just required to click on the merchant’s character and choose from a list of items. Here, he was able to see the intricate details on every single bottle and tincture that was being sold. It was incredible, and so lifelike that he almost couldn’t believe it.
“How much for a stamina potion?” Henry asked the merchant.
“Well, it depends what kind you want sir. We have potions that will give you extra stamina for 24 hours, others that last just 35 minutes, and others that will give you a skill point that’s permanent. The latter are probably a bit too costly for someone of your level though”.
“How did you know my level?” Henry asked.
“I can see it over your head,” said the merchant. “Every adventurer has one - it makes it easier for us to know which items to display when you walk past. As a level 6 orc with a melee and restoration build, I’d recommend the 6 hour potion. No need to take it until just before you’re heading into a fight, but once taken, the benefits will last until you’re away from danger and for a bit longer after that”.
Not having seen another adventurer since he’d arrived, Henry hadn’t noticed the character information that apparently displayed above his head. He tried looking up at it, but saw nothing except for a ghostly glow.
“And how exactly will this potion help me?” said Henry. He’d purchased useless potions before. He wasn’t about to spend his few coins on something that he might as well throw in the river.
“It improves your stamina recovery,” the merchant replied. “Every time you throw that axe of yours, it makes you tired and you lose stamina. Drink this potion, and it’ll recover twice as fast. It’s pretty good really, and one of my best selling items to adventurers of all levels”.
Henry wasn’t sure whether that was entirely true, but it wouldn’t harm him to give it a try. “How much?” he asked.
“20 gold coins, and that’s me doing you a favour that is,” the merchant replied.
Henry dug into the belt around his waist and thrust 20 coins over to the merchant. He picked up the potion and deposited it safely.
One of the best things about Dream Storm Online was that you could carry up to 50 items in the early levels, no matter what their size or shape, just by inserting them into your Stormcom. When the time came to use them, Henry just had to click a couple of buttons on his wrist, and the items would magically appear in front of him. At higher levels, it was possible to buy bag upgrades which made the inventory even larger. Until he learnt some blacksmithing and alchemy skills, though, 50 was plenty.
“Thank you,” he replied, and began to make his way to the stables.
5
As Henry approached the stables, an elderly man with white hair and a long white beard was tending to the horses. He seemed to be alone.
“Hello,” said Henry. “Arabella sent me. Rizon is it?”
“Ah yes, you
must be the adventurer. I was wondering if you could help me out? You see, I’ve lost my stable hand Sara. Pretty young thing she is. She was supposed to be making her way to the caves in the north in search of spider eggs. There’s a specific type you can harvest up there that are ideal for soothing a horse’s stomach. Our supply has run low and no traders have been down by these parts with any so I had no choice but to send her up there. But that was over a week ago now and she’s not come back”.
“And you want me to find her, is that it?” said Henry, knowing that the answer would be yes.
“If you wouldn’t mind. Arabella said you looked really fearsome, and by golly you do. Surely a strong adventurer like yourself would be okay out there. I’d go myself, but, well, I’m an old man and my horses can’t take care of themselves”.
“I’ll go,” said Henry. “But I’m going to need a few things. I’m new to Stormshire and it’s a lot more expensive to live here than I assumed it would be”.
“Inflation,” said Rizon. “It’s a problem everywhere in Stormshire at the moment. The price of everything is way more than you’d expect. But keep an eye out in the chests you come across - it just might be that you find a potion or a piece of jewellery that can give you an edge with the merchants. I saw an adventurer come through here not two weeks past, and he managed to buy a whole range of stuff for next to nothing so he did. There’s magical pieces like that all over these parts”.
“I’ll do that,” Henry replied. “But it’s not going to help me right now. Besides, I haven’t put any skill points into lockpicking yet so I’m going to be useless at unlocking anything but the easiest of chests”.
“So what is it you want in return?” the stable master asked.
“Money,” Henry replied. “And a horse. I don’t know where these caves are but I’m assuming it’s a long journey. I can’t get there on foot”.