by Albion, Rex
As Vandal began to verbalise his orgasm, with each jet of his seed that filled his woman, Roxy clenched around him, screaming out his name.
As they subsided, Valkerry began to laugh hysterically. Finally, she shouted through the wall, “Fine you win this round, priests! It’s cheating to make me laugh though, you filthy bastards. I want a rematch, one day.”
Quest Completion: Challenge of Prowess! You have won a personal challenge set between Awoken, defeating Valkerry and Tom. 200 XP.
Vandal kissed Roxy on the ear as she snuggled into him, giggling.
“Challenge accepted!” he bellowed in response.
Roxy laughed until they fell asleep.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Vandal came round from a delightful dream, in which a haughty Elven woman was showing him another side, as she greedily sucked his cock, to find it wasn’t entirely his imagination. His brain had simply transposed the one he’d seen earlier over Roxy’s twinkling yes, flawless green skin and plump lips.
He reached his hand down and stroked Roxy’s hair gently. “Still horny, eh?”
Roxy smiled and lifted her head to answer him, “Can you hear that?”
Vandal focused and could make out voices from next door. It took him a few moments to realise who it was, but when Rose the tavern wench started giggling, he finally placed it.
He pulled the sheets back off Roxy’s head, so she could hear better too, and as she slowly sucked his length, he savoured the sensation while they listened.
After a few minutes it started to get noisy, and Vandal was into it all. Voyeuristically listening in to their new friends playing with the wench, having his cock sucked, sharing the whole thing with Roxy who was just as turned on by it as he was. Rose was moaning loudly at something the couple were doing to her, and Roxy took it up a notch.
It wasn’t long before he grunted and warned her, “I’m going to explode, Roxy, you’re so good at that.”
Roxy pulled back just as his cock pulsed and he looked down in surprise, because she loved him to come in her mouth. This time though she pumped him until he was empty and had left thick ropes of cum all over her face. She was grinning like a mad woman, or the proverbial Cheshire cat, which he supposed, was a mad cat.
New Sex Act: Facial Recognition Identifies Cum Slut! You’ve discovered a verified cum slut, Roxy Lickspring and painted her face with your hot cum. 100XP
That change in behaviour wasn’t half as surprising as Roxy getting up almost immediately and sashaying toward the door in the pale light of the magical lantern they’d neglected to turn off before they fell asleep.
Roxy left the door open, and Vandal knew the look on his face would have been best described as puzzled. The inn was quiet at this time of night, the common room empty and dark, but he pulled the sheets back over him and listened as Roxy knocked on their door.
“It’s me, Roxy. Can I come in?”
The door creaked open a few moments later and closed behind them. Vandal shuffled up the bed and put his ear right to the wall, while his hand found his cock which was already stiff again.
He heard muffled voices, and what sounded like Rose and Valkerry and Roxy giggling. What the hell was she doing in there? Vandal’s heart pounded in his chest as he imagined all sorts of scenarios, dismissing some as ludicrous he imagined, though part of him worried that they might not be. He had only known Roxy a short while, and he couldn’t be sure how she felt about him. Would she be faithful to him?
Vandal honestly didn’t care if Roxy fooled around with women, but he didn’t want to share her with another guy. He wouldn’t. Part of him thought that would be cool and make him look like a real stud. Spit-roasting his girl at an orgy with another guy was a bucket list item for a lot of guys and it had certainly worked in some of his fantasies.
But part of him thought it would be cool to go to one of those mountains where they had a bridge made of glass, and walk across it, like the big brave man he was. Without puking, getting cold feet, or crying for his mother. He wasn’t afraid of heights, or the concept of an orgy with consenting adults, where he shared his girl. It didn’t mean that either thing was going to happen.
Vandal wondered if that made him a selfish prick, an egotist or a hypocrite. Because when he fantasised, just as he was right now, and stroked his cock, he pictured himself sharing several women. After he’d come, that fantasy would always still feel like something he’d be willing to do, in the ludicrous circumstances that would have to conspire to make it happen for him.
But New Albion was designed for many pleasures and having a harem of beautiful women devoted to you, was one of those possibilities. Now it was really something that could happen in what amounted to his afterlife, he could afford to be enough of a realist to concede that his willingness to share his girlfriend with other women, but not men, might be less than a confident alpha male move.
Not that there was any such thing as alphas, as he’d been disappointed to discover when he’d read that the original wolf pack study had been carried out in a zoo and didn’t hold together for wild animals. Or humans of course. So, much did it not hold water, that the original scientist recanted it entirely.
But the general shorthand of an ‘alpha male’ who was super confident, bold, appealing to women and generally held all the qualities he might aspire to, was handy, despite being a massive load of bullshit. Sure, he’d like to have actually stepped from the pages of a Robert E. Howard novel, although without the man's notoriously dubious world view in other areas of course. Why else would he choose a barbarian?
If Roxy was in there doing anything with Tom though, Vandal realised he’d be pissed off. Seriously pissed off. Then he realised it wasn’t just because he had no interest in sharing her. It wasn’t that exactly. Fuck. It wasn’t that even slightly. Vandal sat bolt upright in bed as a stark realisation hit him.
Fucking some hot woman while some other guy filled her mouth, was kind of hot. But it never worked in his fantasies, because somewhere in the background of all of those, not the everyday mundane fantasies, but the go to ones. The favourite ones. The reliable ones you went back to time and again. In each of those, if you panned the camera back, was a white picket fence. Mostly metaphorically, but sometimes literally.
His hottest fantasies were about a woman of his own. In Vandal’s mind she would be outrageously hot, she would be filthy in bed, she would point out cute women they both liked, say dirty things about them, watch the same films and play games. But his fantasy woman was always his. Exclusively his. Vandal wanted that with Roxy. Fuck.
Vandal wasn’t just jealous of what might be happening next door, why Valkerry might be moaning so loudly. Vandal was in love or so close to it, he couldn’t think straight at the thought Roxy might touch another guy. He lay in bed, listening to who knows what was going on next door, hoping it wasn’t his worst nightmare, but struggling to remain calm. Shit. Roxy really meant something to him. He did not want this to go wrong.
That was either fantastic to realise, or about to make his new world shatter into a million pieces, as he discovered she didn’t feel the same way.
Valkerry cried out something unintelligible but while Vandal couldn’t make out the words, he got the gist loud and clear. “I am coming and coming hard.” Roxy sauntered back in a few moments later, carrying a serving tray. She was completely calm and grinning wickedly.
“What did you do?” Vandal asked, his voice barely a croak as she kicked the door closed with her heel.
“I made a trade,” Roxy said, as she reached the bed. She took the lid off the tray, and revealed a side plate, and a jug. On the plate was a single banana. “Want to play?”
“What happened in there, Roxy?” he asked, trying to remain calm.
“I’ve got a banana and cream, but you want story time?” Roxy giggled, completely oblivious to his stress.
“Roxy. What,” Vandal whispered but his voice cracked and he had to start again. “What did you trade?”
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nbsp; Roxy frowned, and set the tray down on the table beside the bed, sitting down on the mattress cross legged and looking at him. “Vandal, are you alright? You seem a bit, I don’t know. Upset?” She sounded concerned.
Vandal closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and she reached out and touched his shoulder gently.
“Okay, sexy, I’ll tell you, if that’s what you want. I asked Valkerry if she could spare a banana, and some cream. She, as you know, is just as filthy minded as we are, like you wouldn’t believe actually,” Roxy said.
Vandal groaned and pulled a pillow over his face. This was not going well.
“Well, Valkerry said, if I wanted my banana, I had to trade her something. I asked what she wanted to trade and she made me kneel on the bed. Then she had that serving wench, Rose, lick your come off my face and kiss me, while she watched,” Roxy said, with a wistful sigh. “Does that bother you?” she giggles.
“I heard Valkerry come. Hard,” Vandal said, flatly, wondering if he’d sounded calm or had snapped at her.
“I’m not surprised, she was very loud.”
“How did that happen? Did you?” Vandal asked but didn’t finish the second question.
“Not guilty. I was just kissing Rose. That was all Tom,” Roxy said, with a giggle
“Tom? He was… watching you?”
“I’m sure he’d have liked to, but I doubt he could even hear,” Roxy laughed.
“What?”
“Sure, the blindfold only blocked his sight, but Valkerry took one look at me, and stopped kissing Rose. Then when she made her offer, she parked herself on his face and clamped down hard as she rode him. I’m amazed he could breathe at all,” Roxy said, with perhaps the filthiest and sexiest laugh Vandal had ever heard. “He wasn’t going anywhere, with his arms and legs all tied up like that either. Valkerry likes to be in control alright.”
“That must be frustrating, just hearing it and not seeing you two,” Vandal sighed with relief.
“It works for him though, judging by his reaction,” Roxy chuckled.
“Oh, which was?”
“A painfully stiff cock,” Roxy teased. “Not bad actually.”
“You liked his cock?” Vandal grumbled. “Do you think I want to know that?”
“I think you still seem upset, Vandal. But if it helps, I think Valkerry likes it fine, but I’m glad you’re shorter,” Roxy said.
“He’s got a bigger cock and you prefer my small one?” Vandal hissed.
“Don’t be silly. He’s a bit longer than you, but he’s thinner too. I much prefer the girth of yours, it feels better. Not that your cock isn’t above average length anyway but I’m only short, you didn’t exactly hold back in character creation, Vandal,” Roxy pointed out. “Tom went a different way, is all. Not better perhaps, just different. But if you ask me which shape cock I’d rather have in my mouth or my pussy, it’s yours.”
Vandal sighed, trying to work out how he felt about this. He could tell he was hearing the truth. Roxy hadn’t touch Tom at all. And Rose? Well. Rose was a local not Awoken. A computer driven NPC not a human being living in a digital afterlife, or visiting through a VR set. Just like Flora and Marjoram she didn’t feel like competition really.
“Vandal, darling, please talk to me?” Roxy asked. “Tom didn’t see anything, or really hear much of anything, if that’s bothering you. Is that it? Are you feeling a little jealous?”
“I don’t know, maybe? Did Valkerry touch you?”
“No, I wouldn’t do that without your permission. Perhaps we should have talked properly about this before? I wouldn’t have done that with an Awoken, Vandal. Especially without you there. I’d need to know you wanted me to. Rose is different to me, because she’s a local,” Roxy explained. “Like Hilda. You didn’t mind that, did you? I won’t do anything like it again, with a local if it makes you jealous or upset though.”
“Yes, I suppose we should have talked earlier. I’m being stupid. I’d have said, something if Hilda bothered me but you were in there on your own, your face covered in my cum and my thoughts went to a dark place,” Vandal said.
Roxy smiled sympathetically, “Well, let’s talk now. Why don’t you tell me where you want to draw the line?”
“I won’t get upset if it’s a local, as long as it’s a woman but no men. And no other Awoken either way. That just feels different, and I don’t want to find out it does make me jealous.” He was struggling not to sound petulant, but this felt like an important conversation to have. Roxy was absolutely the sexiest, funniest woman he’d ever been with, and he wanted to be sure they were on the same page before he got his heart broken.
“It won’t be long before you find the next member of your harem,” Roxy giggled. “Do you want that to be a local? We can do that, if you want to? Or are you happy to find more Awoken girlfriends like me?”
“I like your confidence. Finding someone who can hold a candle to you, is going to be hard,” Vandal chuckled.
“Oh, can we find someone for that?” Roxy pleaded. “Wax play can be a lot of fun.”
Vandal frowned at her, and she giggled. “Oh, didn’t you mean it like that?” She fluttered her thick eyelashes at him innocently, in a way that made it absolutely clear that there was little innocence about her. Wax play, huh?
“No, not really, but now I’m wondering where I can buy candles.”
Roxy giggled and stroked his shoulder gently, “I’m not as special as all that, there must be lots of women in New Albion you’d click with. Even though you picked a regrettably short penis.” She managed the last with a deadpan delivery but couldn’t keep a straight face for long.
Vandal laughed. “You’re not going to let that joke go unused long, are you?”
“Honestly, even in New Albion men are worrying about their cocks,” Roxy sighed. “You don’t need to worry about things. Just look out for a woman you might click with.”
“You have to click with them too though,” Vandal insisted. “I don’t want someone who can’t get along with my snuggly goblin.”
“I’ll convince them I’m worth being friends with. Valkerry likes me, doesn’t she?”
“Because she’s a colossal pervert and got to listen to us fucking and watch you kissing Rose,” Vandal said. “I’m not surprised she enjoyed that.”
“She did, she ended up riding Tom’s long cock reverse cowgirl by the time I left with your snack,” Roxy said. “She was working on her second orgasm and had that slutty wench’s head between her legs. It was hot.”
“Snack?”
“You seemed to like the banana and cream, and Valkerry enjoyed it with Rose,” Roxy said.
“You were hoping I would too?”
“It’s got three things you like,” Roxy said, ticking them off one by one, “banana, cream and my pussy.”
Vandal threw the covers back and flung Roxy to the pillows, spreading her legs wide. “Then, let’s stop talking and put it to the test, shall we.” He growled lustily and reached for the serving tray. Roxy couldn’t stop laughing at first, and then when he was halfway done, she couldn’t stop moaning.
When they were cuddled up together, facing each other she kissed his nose. “Are you feeling better now, my big silly man?”
Vandal kissed her back. “I am. I’m sorry I got in my own head there.”
Roxy hugged him tight. “I’m sorry I didn’t think to check. But you’re not upset with me now, are you?” She yawned and snuggled in tight, her leg curled over him, and her arms wrapped around his neck.
Vandal shook his head. “No. Because I realised something about why I was getting upset, and you hadn’t done anything anyway.
“What did you realise, darling?” Roxy asked, halfway to dreamland.
“Nothing much, it’s a bit silly really.”
“You can tell me, I won’t laugh.”
“I just realised I love you,” Vandal whispered.
“That’s nice, I love you too, Vandal,” Roxy murmured sleepily as he kissed her f
orehead.
Vandal smiled and almost fell asleep too.
Then Roxy sat bolt upright. “What did you say?”
Vandal blinked his bleary eyes. “I love you?”
Roxy swallowed. “Really?”
He chuckled. “Yes, really. I wouldn’t say it otherwise.”
Roxy squealed and flung herself on him, kissing him passionately.
“I love you too, big boy.”
“Really?”
“Yes, and I can feel you’re ready to prove how much you love me right now,” Roxy said, kissing him, as she reached down and guided him into her.
Vandal reached up and cupped her breasts as his beautiful girlfriend mounted him.
“Fuck yes, I love you, Vandal.”
“I know.”
Chapter Thirty
“I still say you should have got those leather shorts,” Roxy said.
“I can see them going down well at The Red Lion.”
“They weren’t for that, they’d have been for back home. Practical clothes for a practical man.”
“Yes, it's really practical to have shorts you need to powder before you can pull them on.”
“Leather is a good, hard-wearing material. You could have felled trees for hours in those shorts and looked good doing it.”
“Despite the blisters?”
“I’m beginning to think you don’t understand the sacrifices the goddess will require of you. A little temporary comfort for a lot of sex appeal, isn’t so much to ask, is it?” Roxy said.
“Sex appeal, eh? A moment ago, they were practical clothes,” Vandal said.
“Yes. Your job as priest. If you were felling trees in those, we’d have no problem recruiting a congregation at all,” Roxy pointed out.
“Silly me, there I was thinking you were talking about the job of actually felling trees to get the wood, to build up our home,” Vandal sighed.
“The kilt would have worked, too.”