Fighter Awakens in the Naughty World

by Reed James

  She shifted on her leather boots. Her pussy burned.

  She threw an athletic leg over the elf, her chainmail loincloth playing over her pussy and across her butt-crack. She felt the elf's eyes staring up at her pussy. A shiver ran through the human warrior.

  Maria lowered herself.

  Marcus grinned as he watched, thrusting away at the elf's pussy. He never relented in his strokes. Never stopped fucking Kulri. Maria shuddered, her pussy on fire as she went lower and lower. She felt lips nuzzling into her bush.

  Then they kissed her pussy.

  The elf didn't hesitate. She swiped her tongue out, sliding through those hot folds. Maria whimpered and groaned. Her entire body shook as she savored the pleasure rippling through her pussy. She settled more of her weight on Kulri's mouth, savoring that agile tongue.

  “Marcus!” she gasped. “Oh, it's so different from when you did it! She's gentler. No stubble. She feels... wonderful!”

  “Enjoy!” he told her, grinning. Sweat gleamed on his muscular chest. Her hands reached out, feeling his strength. Her head leaned towards him.

  She kissed him. Her fingernails scratched at his chest while Kulri ate at her pussy. The human fighter moaned into Marcus's lips. Her tongue thrust into his mouth as she tasted something sweet on his lips. Almost like her pussy juices, but missing that spicy zest.

  Maria groaned and kissed him with more passion. She squirmed her hips from side to side, grinding on the elf. She loved the way Kulri fluttered her tongue up and down her labia, brushing her clit, stroking all her naughty bits.

  Then Kulri's tongue slipped into Maria.

  Unlike when Marcus ate her, Maria now had no hymen. The elf's agile tongue danced around, caressing her pussy walls. She shuddered and whimpered. She scratched at Marcus's chest, the pleasure rippling through her.

  Marcus grunted into the kiss. He fucked hard into Kulri, the sounds of nuts smacking flesh and the wet plunge of his cock into the elf's pussy filled Maria's ears. She slid her hands up his chest to his shoulders. Then they went around his neck.

  She clung to him.

  Kulri moaned into Maria's pussy. Whimpered. Groaned. Between licks, the sounds of her mewling passion added more stimulation to the human fighter's pussy. She gasped and groaned into the kiss. She whimpered out the delight rippling out of her cunt, stirred up by the elf.

  I'm going to cum so hard, Maria realized. I'm going to drown her. Oh, this is so naughty. And Marcus is going to cum in her. Fulfill the requirements of the poem.

  This wild lust built and built. The elf's tongue caressed her clit. It stroked Maria's little bud, hurtling her towards that orgasm. She squirmed and wiggled. She came closer and closer to her eruption, tonguing Marcus.

  The elf's lips found Maria's clit. Suckled on it.

  Maria came.

  The human gasped. She ripped her mouth from Marcus's to cry out her pleasure. Her head threw back, her mane of red hair sweeping down her back. Her breasts heaved in her breastplate bikini. Her pussy convulsed wildly, pussy juices gushing out of her and into the elf's hungry mouth.

  The elf licked and lapped at her. She fluttered her tongue through the folds of the cumming human. The waves of pleasure washed through Maria. They spilled through her mind. They smothered her thoughts in ecstasy.

  “Marcus! Marcus!” she moaned, staring at the man's blue eyes. “She's... Oh, this is incredible.”

  He grinned at her.

  * * / *

  The sight of Maria cumming was such a delight to witness. I groaned and plowed into the elf's spasming twat hard and deep. I buried into Kulri, reveling in the feel of her cunt writhing and convulsing around me. She hadn't stopped climaxing. Her cunt sucked at me, hungry for my cum.

  I groaned at the bliss sweeping over me. The hot delight of her cunt climaxing around my cock. I groaned as her snatch writhed around me. She sucked at me while licking up the human's pussy juices. Maria stared me in the eyes.

  “Cum in her!” Maria moaned. “Yes, yes, flood her. Oh, Marcus, yes!”

  “Fuck, yeah!” I growled and buried deep into Kulri's cunt. “I will!”

  The elf's pussy sucked at my cock, her hot flesh massaging me. The wild delight of her cunt orgasming around my dick brought me closer and closer to that wonderful moment. I ached for it. I stared into Maria's eyes as I buried into Kulri's twat.

  I slammed deep into the elf. I couldn't hold off. The pleasure surged to the tip of my cock. Her hot flesh writhed around my thrusting dick. My balls smacked into her flesh with meaty thuds, brimming with my jizz.

  I erupted.

  My cum fired hot and fast into Kulri's twat. I groaned as spurt after spurt of my cum pumped into her depths. The pleasure surged through me. Stars burst across my vision. I groaned at the hot feel of her pussy around me.

  I growled as my jizz spurted over and over into her. I flooded every drop of cum I had into the elf's cunt. I filled her cunt with my seed. Dizzying heat swept over me. I panted, my chest rising and falling from the bliss that she gave me.

  “Goddamn, fuck, that's good, elf!” I panted. “Damn, Maria, she made me cum hard.”

  “She did the same for me, Marcus!” moaned Maria.

  She kissed me again while the elf's pussy rippled around my cock. That tight cunt worked out every drop of jizz my balls held.

  Chapter Twelve: Mage Joins the Party

  Kulrigiizhai panted as the human fighter slipped off of her. Sensations she'd never felt in her life rippled through the elf's body. Her pussy still spasmed about the human male's cock. Marcus Aurelius had filled her with effervescent bliss. She struggled to think, an experience that flustered Kulrigiizhai. She wasn't used to it at all.

  She needed to find her calm again. Emotions were a weakness. They didn't do any good. She'd learned that, had them scourged out of her. She'd never felt pleasure in the act of mating, in letting a male rut atop her.

  Only one thing had ever stirred emotion in her. That black, swirling darkness deep in her she kept chained up until the right time. Now wasn't it. She had to put back all the rest of these emotions. It was hard with her lips stained in the human female's sweet and spicy pussy juices.

  “Mmm, you were amazing, Kulri,” the human male said. Marcus leaned over her, his black hair shifting about his square and solid face. Blunt. Inelegant. It lacked any refinement of an elf. All hard angles, worse than the human female.

  And yet... His rough features stirred a tingle of excitement in her. The rough darkness of his facial hair following the lines of his jaw. His thick lips covered in her own pussy juices. His blue eyes held a sensuous quality to them that the pleasant buzz in her ached for her to surrender in to.

  His lips lowered towards hers.

  He means to kiss me, flashed through her mind.

  She put a hand to his lips, stopping him. “What do you think you are doing, human?”

  “Welcoming you to my party,” he said.

  The elf shuddered. His cock was still in her. Thick and hard, teasing her pussy. The pleasure still rippled through her, that rapturous bliss that made her want to just lie here and revel in him feeling her up.

  That made her ache to kiss him.

  “Such gestures are unnecessary, Marcus Aurelius.” The elf took a deep, calming breath. The bliss retreated with every slowing beat of her heart. She found her calm again. “I shall join your party and submit to your leadership. If we pool our resources we might all accomplish the myriad goals that have led us here.”

  “And yours is?” Marcus asked as he lifted off of her.

  “Knowledge,” she answered. Close enough.

  * * / *

  That reason tracked with me. She was a mage, and a cool and rational one at that. She had the passions of a glacier, but even the hottest summer will melt one of those. I grinned at that and then pulled out of her. I shuddered at the feel of her clinging to me.

  My cock popped out of her. She slipped dainty fingers over her body to trap in the flesh. Her legs squeez
ed tight, her thigh-high boots rubbing together, the leather creaking. She sat up, her big boobs jiggling. She licked her lips, her tongue swiping up the pussy juices adorning her face.

  Maria panted nearby, looking half-dazed from her pleasure.

  I stood up and held out my hand to her. “Welcome to the party, Kulri.”

  Her free hand took it, fingers warm and delicate. I felt that tingle race over me, not from her touch, but from the magic, for want of a better term, that settled on us and united us as a party. We were now spiritually aligned.

  I didn't grip her hard as I helped her to stand. Her cheeks still held a blush. Her ears twitched even as her pale-blonde locks swayed about her face. She drew in deep breaths. The twitching in her ears faded.

  “You may release my hand now, Marcus Aurelius,” she said. “Unless there is some human ritual that is required now that I have joined with you?”

  “Oh, right,” I said, pulling my hand away.

  She swayed to the angel who already knelt, awaiting. My dick twitched before me as I watched the angel seize Kulri by the slender ass and pull the elf close. Between Kulri's thighs, I witnessed the angel nuzzling into her pussy, chin moving as the supernal being licked through hot pussy lips.

  Kulri made not a sound.

  “Mmm, that is fertile passion shared,” groaned the angel, her white wings flexing. “Shuwëmeri's blessing mixed and enjoyed. You may pass and enter her sanctum.”

  The angel stepped aside and the door behind her flared with a milky light. It shot up the front of a door, bisecting it. A low creak. A grinding of wood on stone. The now double doors opened to reveal the next stage of the dungeon to us.

  “I suggest we dress,” Kulri said. She pulled her hand away, allowing my cum to dribble down her thighs.

  Curious about her stats, I motioned for Iris to descend. I tapped her in the stomach and the holographic display of my character sheet appeared. I skipped over to Kulri. Unsurprising, her strength score was abysmal. Her HP was low, too. 46 compared to my 62. I had nearly a third more than her. A big difference. She had no TP but MP. A lot of it.

  44 points. Nearly as much as her Hit Points.

  For abilities, she had Focus, Arcane Bolt, Meditation, and Arcane Shield.

  I glanced at her traits, hoping to find some clue to her closed-off personality. She was already melting back into that reserved stoicism that I had cracked with the best pussy licking I'd ever delivered in my life.

  The Arcanist trait was like my Ax Mastery, which gave her proficiency and bonus in spell-casting. Investigator made sense for a Shardhunter. Curvaceous was surprising. Her large breasts must be unusual for an elf. Her last one made me blink.

  Masochist.

  “Damn,” I muttered, my eyes flicking to Kulri as she donned her sexy mage robes.

  None of the traits explained why she kept her emotions under such a tight constraint. And she certainly didn't need pain to find pleasure, but she got benefit from it. She could recover Hit Points from it the way Maria could from blowing thanks to her Fellatist skill.

  “Do you plan on adventuring on naked?” the elf asked. “It seems ill-advised, Marcus Aurelius. Though, I must confess, I do not know the martial classes that well. Perhaps it gives you an advantage.”

  “Only when dueling with pretty elves,” I said, grinning at her.

  She blinked.

  Sighing, I dressed back in my armor. It took a few minutes to get the leather pants on, bronze greaves and breastplate strapped in place, and boots donned. I set my shield and adjusted my supplies. I glanced at the door that led to the sanctum, the angel licking her lips with delight.

  I nodded to her and she returned a smoky, considering look. Part of me wondered if I hadn't dressed too hastily, but Kulri already moved through the door, her staff tapping with her light steps. Her blonde hair spilled down the back of her purple robes.

  “Hey, wait up,” I shouted, jogging to catch up. “You're ranged DPS. You need to stay in the back. Maria and I will take point.”

  “We're tanking classes,” Maria said, using the RPG terms like it was commonplace in her world.

  In a game like this, there were different roles. The three main ones were tank, DPS, and healer. The tanks were the ones who could take the most damage. They had large pools of Hit Points and wore the heaviest gear. It was their job to keep the enemy focused on them.

  DPS (Damage Per Second) were the classes who inflicted the punishment. They were maximized to deliver pain but often were glass cannons. Wearing lighter if any armor and having smaller pools of Hit Points. Kulri's magic no doubt would do more damage than his attacks, at least until she went OOM. Out of Mana. DPS could have shades to it, those specializing in melee and those in range. They often had debuffing or crowd control abilities.

  Last were the Healers. They kept the party alive. They had the least offensive capabilities, but their magic kept the tanks alive and often could remove status effects or provide helpful buffs. It was rare to find them not being magic users, but I didn't know this game. It had an interesting branching leveling system. Four base classes that would specialize into different roles and fighting styles.

  We crept beyond into the sanctum. It was carved into the bedrock, the walls unfinished stone. Veins peeked through occasionally, shiny with copper. I imagined if I had the mining talent, I could harvest resources to make metal equipment out of. The ground had an uneven quality, broken here and there by rents and splits that made navigation a mite treacherous.

  Maria marched at my side, her cheeks still red. Iris provided the light, dancing too and fro as we ventured into the caves. The passage started to bend, winding in on itself. The curve grew more pronounced and soon I was positive we should be crossing back on where we started, but we hadn't.

  “Are we going in circles?” Maria asked as we kept following the curve.

  “There is a slight gradient,” said the elf. “We are descending and moving beneath the upper tunnel. The effect is subtle.”

  “Disorienting,” Maria muttered.

  “I am sure it was intentional. Perhaps to evoke the birthing canal, the priests leaving the womb above to find rebirth in the depths of the temple.”

  “Do elvish pussies wind in circles?”

  “I can definitely say they do not,” Marcus said, giving the human fighter a knowing glance. “Very human-like.”

  Her cheeks burned even more.

  “Perhaps intestinal than,” the elf murmured. “Descending through the bowels.”

  “Eww, why would the Goddess of Fertility have that for her design?” demanded Maria, her shoulders set. “That's crass.”

  “Biology is what it is.”

  “Still disgusting.” Maria glanced at Marcus. “We're not... descending down that?”

  “Probably not,” he said, fighting amusement. “Probably just needs to descend. Maybe it's to awe new recruits. Befuddle them. Cults... religions do that sometimes.”

  The tunnel reached an opening, a natural cave. Shafts of quartz glittered in the stalactites that thrust down from the ceiling and the stalagmites that thrust up from the floor. Veins of milky white amid dark stones. A worn path seemed to wind through them. The air stirred.

  “If I was to put an encounter, it would be here,” I muttered.

  “Why, it's so pretty?” Maria said. She headed towards one of the strange stalagmites. I didn't think those could form like that in my world. Not with those veins running through them. They were made by dripping water depositing limestone, I believed. But this was a fantastical world.

  “I would advise against that, Maria du Marne,” the elf said, her voice calm.

  “What? Admiring something beautiful! I thought you elves loved nature.”

  “Most.”

  “Well, this is beautiful, and I am going to touch it.” Maria thrust her hands at the stalagmite and caressed the band of crystal.

  It burst into bright, white light. I gasped, flinching from the sudden glare. I stumbled back as all
of them in the room with the bands, more than ten, turned on, too. The light shone around us, my eyes fighting to adjust to the glare.

  Maria screamed. She wrenched back. “It bit me!”

  Stone scuttled on stone. The glowing stalagmite moved, the tip waving back and forth as it scurried along. I could just make out a sight of small legs thrusting from the bottom. A maw opened and snapped at Maria again.

  I drew my ax and swung at it with a badly aimed stroke. I blinked against the glare, struggling to see against the brilliance. She hit with her sword, chipping off a large piece stone and leaving a fracture that split through the quartz.

  “What are these things?” gasped Maria.

  “Stalac-mites,” answered the elf. “Magical bugs who form shells that resemble rocks and quartz. They wait in ambush for someone who is ignorant enough to touch them.”

  “You didn't say they were bugs!” shouted Maria.

  “I would have thought my warning sufficient to stay the hand of anyone who possessed common sense.”

  “This isn't the time,” I snarled as more scuttled on the ground and across the ceiling. My vision grew more and more clear.

  I slashed into the tip of the one that bit Maria. The peak shattered off. A dark ichor burst out and spilled over it. The thing let out a croaking, cricketing sound then fell over on its side, exposing its smooth, flat belly.

  “Let the mystical energy flow out of me and explode in an arcane bolt!” chanted the elf, her words taking on an ethereal tone. The antler tines on her staff glowed with a faint hue of purple while her robes swirled about her feet.

  A bolt of energy soared from her staff and struck one on the ceiling, shattering through the outer shell. It fell to the floor in a burst of rock and ripped flesh, spilling insect innards across the ground and tumbling around my feet.

  I Yelled, unleashing my fighting prowess and charged into the battle. Kulri chanted again, her strong magic coming with a cast time. I crashed my ax down into the next, delivering a Hard Strike that crushed through its rocky carapace and killed the insect inside.