by Albion, Rex
Roxy giggled when he jumped on the bed, landing on all fours by her legs and growled at her like a hungry animal. His cock was hard and swung gently between his legs and her gaze was locked to it as she fingered herself.
“Stop touching yourself,” Vandal said, on a whim. The goblin pouted but did as she was told, pulling her fingers back from her pussy. They glistened with her juices. “Now, taste your fingers.” Roxy gasped and her eyes lit up as she complied, slowly inhaling her scent from her fingers then licking them lick an ice cream, before sucking them clean.
That was when Vandal pounced. He grabbed her powerful green thighs and dove in between them, his tongue quickly finding her core and taking control of it. Roxy moaned in delight and Vandal chuckled as he began to eat her pussy as best as he knew how.
He wasn’t sure if he was an expert, but Roxy responded very positively indeed, and he paid attention to her every moan, gasp, wiggle and curse word as he licked and sucked at her.
Vandal’s tongue was everywhere at once, exploring every inch of her slick folds, which tasted amazing to him. Like the perfect combination of sweet, lusty and fragrant for his personal taste, as if her nectar had been matched perfectly to his lust. The goblin's surprisingly strong fingers took hold of his hair and her thighs soon clamped around his head possessively as she ground her hips on his tongue, calling out his name.
“Vandal! Fuck, yes!” Roxy yelled enthusiastically. “Your tongue feels so good!”
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The goblin made no secret of her orgasm, nor did she seem keen to let Vandal go after only one. For his part, he was only too happy to oblige, though his cock was like an iron bar hot from the forge, and he wanted to quench it in his woman immediately.
Hearing Roxy shouting down the pub in his praises, only made him more excited, if such a thing were possible. She howled with pleasure as his strong hands gripped her hips and held her to him, denying her the chance to wriggle away, even while she pulled his hair. She wanted it, but couldn’t bear the touch either, but Vandal was merciless.
His tongue lashed at her lips, his fingers plunged up inside her causing her to scream his name over and over, and when he beckoned them against that deep spot of roughness within her, Roxy quivered her way through another orgasm, and another as his lips pursed around her clit tightly.
Vandal felt like a god of love, rather than a priest, so readily did his woman succumb to his ministrations. She was subsiding, and he was kissing her way up her body as she giggled and panted and moaned lustily, when they heard the sound of flesh on flesh.
From next door, was coming the sound of flesh slapping against itself, and moans of lust and passion. Vandal heard the word ‘slut’ several times, in a guttural voice and Roxy did too, because she slapped her hand over her mouth stifling her giggles, even as Vandal clamped his lips over her breast and began to suckle and lick at her nipple.
“Yes, that’s right, you’re my slut, aren’t you?” came the insistent voice again, louder this time. The response sounded positive though it was still muffled by the wall, which while apparently not thick enough to block the noises from next door, did make them less distinct. Roxy blushed as she realised what that meant.
“They can hear us too, Vandal!” she hissed and giggled as he wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively. Her eyes blazed with lust as he sucked at her nipple and his rock-hard cock touched her thigh. “If we can hear them, they can hear us!”
Then she was grasping for him, reaching down with her left hand as he grinned at her. He teased her, adjusting his hips so she couldn’t quite reach him, just brush against his throbbing tip as she sought him out.
Roxy whined piteously, “Give it to me. Please?”
Vandal relented and slid up her body, kissing her passionately, while her eager hand found his shaft finally and began to pump him firmly. He moaned into her mouth.
“Yes bitch, you love being my slut, don’t you? I’m going to make you scream just as loud as that pair next door. Would you like that?” the growling voice demanded to know. Flesh slapped against flesh, hard and Vandal wondered if she was getting a spanking. He rather liked the mental image of that tough warrior woman, bent over and taking her punishment.
Roxy nodded her head enthusiastically in support of whatever their acoustic rivals were doing to each other. “Fuck yes, make her your slut, you bastard. I bet he’s fucking her so hard,” she panted in Vandal’s ear, kissing and nibbling his lobe as she pulled his cock to her slick lips. She clutched her right hand at his neck as Vandal slowly drove himself into her welcoming tunnel, and her walls clamped down on him.
“You like, that, do you?” Vandal whispered.
“It’s hot, hearing them fuck. So, hot. Fuck me good and hard. Make me scream like she does when he fucks her. Please,” Roxy begged, and Vandal returned the favour nibbling at her ear. It tipped her over the edge, and she came hard immediately, crying his name out again as if he’d been licking her clit. Vandal lavished attention on her long ears, and her lobes then, even as he pumped his hard cock into her pussy.
“Fuck yes, Roxy. Come for me. Just like that. Come hard,” Vandal urged as he thrust into her, revelling in her passionate cries. There was no holding back with her orgasms now, she was loving every moment of letting them come out hard and fast, and loud.
He was driving into her with such force that the head of the bed was slamming against the wall, knocking dust free as he powered into her. That was a new one for him, but his barbarian physique was a lot heavier than his previous body.
A cry of frustration came from next door. “Like that, slut! Make me come like that. On your back, now!” Roxy kissed Vandal passionately as he pounded at her and she thrust up to meet up, while the sounds from next door grew only louder and lewder.
“That’s right, I’m going to ride your face, good and hard, slut! I want your face good and sticky by the time I’m done!”
“Oh, fuck, Vandal!” Roxy moaned softly into his ear trying to be heard but only by her lover. “He’s going to fuck her face. I bet he hasn’t got a big cock like you though. I want that, your big cock in my mouth like that. Taking your pleasure in me. Using my pussy then my mouth, however you want. It’s so hot.” Roxy teased and writhed against him.
“You can have that, but not until I fill this tight pussy, slut,” Vandal gasped. Roxy moaned at that, and he knew she loved the word. “Is that what you want, my little goblin slut?” Roxy nodded and her nails clutched painfully against his back as he buried himself in her time and time again.
“That’s right, slut! You lick that pussy good if you want to breathe again! You make me come with your tongue like that barbarian did for his woman. Make me happy!” the warrior woman next door roared, as she began to come loudly. Her lover’s response was vocal and accompanied by more smacking sounds, but it was impossible to tell if he was screaming his agreement, or simply howling as his thighs were slapped.
Roxy’s hand flew to her mouth again, as she realised what was going on, and the sight of her biting her knuckles and taking practically her whole fist between her teeth to stifle her laughter, set Vandal off too.
He had to clamp his mouth to her breast again and suck hard to keep from laughing the pub down, as his cock began to pulse deep inside her.
The reversal of the imagery in his head whirled through his mind, as his balls emptied into Roxy’s spasming pussy, and she tried not to die of laughter along with him.
Finally, they had subsided, and lay panting in each other’s arms. Next door, the warrior woman continued to extract her due from her lover, for some time.
“That was unexpected,” Vandal whispered in Roxy’s ear as he teased it with the tip of his tongue while they spooned.
“Yes. Still fucking hot though.”
“You liked it then?”
“Fuck yeah, didn’t you? Just because you’re good at eat
ing pussy though, don't think you can dodge your duties.”
“Good, eh?”
“Good, not spectacular. I insist that you practice regularly until you become an expert.”
“Deal. But what are my other duties?” Vandal asked.
“Fuck my face like I thought he was going to do to her? Fill me up, and then fuck my face with your cock while it’s covered in our cum. Can you manage that?” Roxy asked. Vandal chuckled.
“As you wish.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Milly, the chamber girl, had done a good job on Vandal’s boots when they resurfaced. It had been well worth a silver coin for that service. The couple they’d heard next door stepped into the corridor while Vandal was locking their door behind them.
They were Awoken/Reincarnated too, and the guy looked like a stereotypical wizard to Vandal, complete with a robe festooned with arcane symbols and a pointy hat. It was embroidered, not particularly well, with the word warlock. Vandal noted that it wasn’t spelled correctly and was about to tell him it shouldn’t have two ‘r’s but then twigged to the reference and found himself grinning in approval. “Nice hat. Good one.”
“Thanks,” Tom said, smiling sheepishly. “Great trousers, I don’t think I could pull those off.” Vandal looked down at his over-the-top purple pants and chuckled.
“I bet I could,” Valkerry, Tom’s lady friend said. She was a knight of some kind and dressed head to toe in a shining suit of plate already. Although, as New Albion was an adult-oriented fantasy game, large areas of her body were inexplicably exposed to the air, revealing flesh you wouldn’t want a sword stuck in.
Classic boob armour, Vandal thought. Not that you’d want to be stuck anywhere with a sword, but while sexy to look at, it was also just as ludicrous as his starting outfit as a barbarian had been. Other players he’d seen, were wearing much more serious armour, that looked the part. Their gear wasn't’ forced on them, so he could tell these two had a good sense of humour, just by looking at them and the big grins on their faces though, even if their names didn’t give it away.
Both of them were level five and Vandal couldn’t see all the information on their character portraits, including their precise classes, presumably because of the level difference.
“I’d be surprised if you could find the energy for that, after this afternoon,” Roxy giggled.
“Oh sorry, did we disturb you?” Valkerry laughed. She punched Tom on the shoulder with her mailed fist and he protested loudly. “I told you we should have gone to The Red Lion! The walls are thicker.”
Valkerry stepped forward and put her arm through Roxy's, leading the group downstairs to a table in a corner and ordering drinks. Vandal wanted to get on with their own business, but it seemed rude to make excuses and this pair were the only players they’d met, except to nod at as they passed in the street.
Almost every person in the game was an NPC, which was great because zones crowded with players could be really dull, he found. All the best encounters would already be dealt with when you arrived, and you had to queue up to get your turn.
New Albion was much, much larger than the games he’d played when he was younger, and had a vibrant cast of supporting characters, who lived fairly complete lives. He’d seen no buildings that were just sealed up boxes in Tinshire; every one of them was in use and contained all the rooms it should.
The only thing missing was children of any kind, which had been explained in the game lore by a magical event in the recent past. Of course, that was just to keep the adults only ethos going, but at least it wasn’t glossed over.
Tom shrugged, rubbed his shoulder and winced. “It’s really expensive at the Lion,” he grumbled as he took his seat.
“Yes, but you are so very loud, Tom!” Valkerry laughed. “Are you saying it’s not worth it to be with me?” A serving wench brought them some weak beer that Valkerry put on her tab, waving away any suggestion that Vandal and Roxy pay their own way.
“I’m only loud because of you,” Tom pointed out. “You’re so rough!”
Valkerry tutted and rolled her eyes, “He blames me,” she said to Roxy in a loud stage whisper, “like he doesn’t love it. Don’t you my little warlock snuggle bunny? I hope all his fuss didn’t put you two off?”
“No, not at all,” Roxy said. “We were having a great time too.”
“Lovely. Too busy to hear us then.”
“Oh, we heard, all right,” Vandal chuckled. Tom blushed profusely.
“We certainly did. Tom is quite vocal,” Roxy agreed, cackling as the warlock looked like he wanted to die of embarrassment.
“Perhaps I should gag him tonight then,” Valkerry mused. “Keep him quiet.”
“No need to do that on my account,” Roxy said.
“It didn’t put you off then?” Valkerry asked.
“Quite the opposite. Vandal got quite competitive trying to match your pace,” Roxy giggled. “It was hot, hearing you two enjoying yourselves. Wasn’t it, darling?”
“I know it revved you up, Roxy,” Vandal said.
“Did you hear us?” Roxy asked.
“I heard you quite a lot, Little Miss Potty Mouth,” Valkerry said, with a wicked snicker. “I didn’t need to see Vandal’s portrait to know his name.”
“No complaints though? I’m sure Vandal could find some way to keep my noise down, though I don’t have a gag yet,” Roxy asked.
“None at all. You made beautiful music together, it was lovely hearing it. I know what you mean by revving you up. Squealer here got the full benefit of that. I don’t see any need for you to keep it down tonight, but let me know if you take requests,” Valkerry suggested.
“I’m always open to feedback,” Roxy said. “We were just out to go and do some shopping but perhaps we could chat later, and I could take some notes?”
“Sounds like a fun evening,” Valkerry said, ruffling Tom’s hair. “I hope you’ve got plenty in that tank of yours, my magical man.”
“I need refuelling woman, you are insatiable,” Tom protested. Valkerry slapped him on the backside, and the warlock winced quite a lot for a man who was wearing such thick, velvet robes. Vandal blinked and thought back to Roxy’s body a short while ago, trying to avoid any mental images about the friendly couple. “I mean, of course, anything for you sweetheart, perhaps I can buy a potion of some kind?”
“We should look into that, perhaps go shopping ourselves. If I hear Roxy making noises like that again tonight, I might just ravish you thoroughly, Tom,” Valkerry said, winking at Roxy.
“I can make sure you do, if Vandal does his duty,” Roxy said.
“He did provide you with an excellent percussion section, to support your melody, I must say,” Valkerry said, licking her lips as she ran her eyes up and down Vandal’s muscular body. “Once he got going, that headboard made our wall shake so much, I thought the painting would fall off. I’m surprised you can walk.”
“Healing magic helps,” Roxy giggled.
Valkerry smiled. “Being an Amorian priest has benefits then? I should look into the religions at some point.”
“I’m happy to talk to you about it,” Roxy said, “not that I’m evangelising but Amoria has been good to us so far.”
Valkerry smiled. “I think you and I can find a lot to talk about, Roxy,” she said, in a manner that left Vandal in no doubt the two women would be discussing all sorts of lurid things if she had her way. He certainly wasn’t going to object to that.
Not unless Roxy got it into her head that he was interested in being her equivalent of Tom. “You’re obviously recently arrived in Tinshire. Are you looking for anything in particular? Perhaps we can help out?”
“We’re going to Bracegirdle’s to get me some gear. We got a recommendation when we had lunch in The Red Lion,” Roxy said
“You met Leona?” Valkerry asked.
“Yes, how did you know?”
“I swear, she must have an affiliate deal that one,” Valkerry laughed. “She recomm
ended them to me too. She’s not wrong, that dwarf has some amazing gear and does great custom work too. Tom loves the stuff we’ve purchased there, don’t you?” Tom nodded dutifully.
“She’ll have lots of stuff in your sizes though, so you won’t have to wait for much. There are quite a few dwarven artisans here because of the mining so Bracegirdle can no doubt direct you from there.”
“Great, that’s what we were hoping.”
“What about you, big man?” Tom asked Vandal. “I’m no expert on your class, but I don’t think Bracegirdle will have anything to fit you, will they, my queen?” Valkerry kissed him on the cheek.
“Belts but that’s not worth upgrading at your level, or ours even. You’ve already got some nice kit, the pair of you, I would love to know where you got it,” Valkerry said.
“That’s a bit of a secret for a day or two,” Vandal confessed.
“It’s a good secret though, but not a great raid or anything you could be using so you aren't missing out. As soon as it’s a good idea to tell the story, we will,” Roxy said. “Can I tag you as friends so I can leave you a message when we can go over it?”
“Of course,” Valkerry said, and Tom nodded. They reached out their hands and quickly gave over their friendship permission with a shake and a thought. “It’s faster than going through the menus if you’re actually next to someone,” Valkerry explained. “Just shake hands and think about making them your friend.”
“Neat, thanks,” Vandal said. “But to answer Tom’s question, I do want to fill some armour slots and get some decent clothes. Leona heavily implied we were underdressed for an evening at The Red Lion.”
“Just a bit,” Tom laughed. “You should be able to find tailors on Northgate Street, leading off the town square. Ones who make clothes for human sizes that is. They’re more expensive closer to the town centre, so it’s easy to find the cheaper places if you just walk away from them. The Watch will point you in the right direction if you ask too.”
“Yes, and there’s shops run by Awoken as well, but those sell higher level crafted gear and fancy items. Plus there’s an auction house of course. Best to stick with basic stuff at our level though, there’s no point spending gold on things you’ll replace in a week or two,” Valkerry said. “Tom’s wrong about Bracegirdle though. She’s got some stuff that would fit Vandal. Gags, cuffs, all sorts of fun things, really.” Valkerry winked at Roxy and flashed Vandal a winning smile.