by Reed James
“Deflowered pussy must be incredible to fuck!” the pixie gasped, buzzing over them.
“Is it, Lord Marcus?” Dëshoma gasped. “Dost mine pussy please thine cock?”
“Yes! Fucking hell, it does.”
Fucking? Hell? What manner of curse words are those? Are they vile? Moderate? Dëshoma had no idea. She hardly cared with his cock plunging into her pussy. Her flesh welcomed him while her orgasm built and built in her depths.
Nearby, the elf and human moaned as they devoured the other's pussy. The fire crackled, their roasting chicken nearing finishing. Dëshoma whimpered, her pussy squeezing about his cock, aching for another climax to spill through her.
For the ultimate completion of their act of love. It was appropriate for an acolyte of Ëshuxeri to take her first seed in a temple to Shuwëmeri. It sent such a thrill through her while her flesh hungered for his virile passion to spill in her.
“Yes, yes, Lord Marcus!” she moaned. “Thine cock doth thoroughly stir my nethers to a fiery froth!”
“Yeah, your pussy is going to make me explode!” he groaned, pumping away with powerful thrusts. “Goddamn, I love this!”
“As do I!”
That admission triggered the passion building and building in her pussy. Her flesh spasmed around his thrusting cock, celebrating the delight of him spearing into her again and again. The waves of delight washed through her body. The little stars burst before her vision. Her fingers clawed at his back.
He plunged harder into her. His every thrust massaged her pussy walls and sent more pleasure spilling through her body. She trembled, her breasts rubbing into his brawny chest. Her nipples throbbed against him, adding yet more delight.
“Lord Marcus, spill thine fecund seed into mine nethers!” she cried out in a haze of rapture.
“Lady Dëshoma, fuck!” he growled and erupted.
His spunk fired into her. Blast after blast of his hot jizz flooded her womanly temple. Her flesh quivered and spasmed around his cock, rejoicing at the feel of his seed filling her. She bucked beneath him, nipples rubbing into his strong chest.
Stars twinkled even brighter. Celebrating the ultimate act of physical love. She gasped and shuddered through it, thighs and arms clinging to his muscular form. He grunted on her, spilling more and more of his cum into her.
“Damn!” he groaned as he fired the last.
Her flesh rippled around him as she reached the height of her rapture. She trembled a final time beneath him then fell into panting exhaustion. Her eyes closed for a moment as this wonderful warmth filled her. She just wanted to hold him. To revel in the pinnacle of spiritual love now.
He rolled out of her, spilling from her grasp before she was ready. She gasped as his cock popped out of her. As his seed leaked out, a flood of embarrassment washed through her. She groaned, clapping hands over her face.
This wasn't an act of love. Just lust. He wasn't her husband. Her intended mate. She was just swept up by her body's wants. She groaned, cheeks burning while he panted beside her, sounding satiated. Just like he had with the elf and the human.
“Damn, that was great,” he said. “And it smells like dinner's ready.”
She groaned, wanting to just melt away.
Chapter Seventeen: Goddesses of Love, Pleasure, and Fertility
I tore into the chicken as I sat beside Maria. She leaned against me. She wasn't quite in my harem. None of them were. Not even Dëshoma. She had clung to me so sweetly as we made love, but now she looked ashamed. Embarrassed.
I studied her as we ate. Was it embarrassment? Had I pushed her too far?
I needed to push the elf farther. Kulri had to understand that I utterly controlled her. Then she would surrender her secret to me and join my harem. I wasn't sure what held Maria back. Not right now. Something had shifted in her. She'd submitted to me, surrendering her will, and didn't seem as hesitant as before.
Well, you couldn't win a maiden's heart that easy in an RPG, you had to work for it.
Once I finished eating, I rose, donning my armor. “I'm going to walk the perimeter. Lady Dëshoma, care to accompany me in case I need your divine assistance?”
She blinked at me. She had dressed again as modestly as her garb allowed, her face wrapped up in her wimple, hiding her sapphire hair. “Of course, I would gladly accompany thee, Lord Marcus. Thou art mine party leader, after all.”
I nodded as I cinched my sword belt on around my bronze chainmail. I picked up my shield and marched to her. She held her bible to her chest, looking tight-lipped as we headed into the dark. Iris zipped out with us.
“We're good,” I told her. “Dëshoma sheds enough light.”
“Oh, okay,” Iris said. “Have fun.”
After a few steps into the dark, Dëshoma quietly asked, “Doth thou wish to converse with me alone?”
“Was I that transparent?” I asked, a sheepish grin crossing my face.
“No more than a window.”
I smiled for a moment. “Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
Her head lifted to me. “Have I given thee cause for concern?”
“You seemed a little embarrassed after having sex. Regrets?”
“Some.” She swallowed.
“A priestess of a Love Goddess embarrassed at sharing love?”
“It wasn't the right love.”
I blinked at that. Was that what I had to do? Fall in love with her? Get her to fall in love with me? “I guess I should have given it more thought. In a game... er, a world like this, I figured a love goddess would be all about sex.”
“The Gods involved in sex are Shuwëmeri, Goddess of Fertility and Procreation, and Zadeg, God of Lust. He is one of the dark gods. He doth oppose Ëshuxeri. Sex is not bad—it can be enjoyable—but uncontrolled lust, indiscriminate rutting, can be deadly. Especially when it breaks apart those united in the kinship of love.”
“So what did we do?” I asked. “The good kind or the bad kind?”
“Good,” she said. “Mine regret is not that we made love, but that I did not save mine virtue for the man I would wed. I had dreams of us coming together as virgins, as mine parents did. In exploring the positive aspects of physical passion together.”
“And I took that from you.” I took her hand. “I don't think it will matter to him. If he loves you, Lady Dëshoma, then he will forgive your past indulgences. Just as you would him.”
Her eyes blinked. “Thou speak wisdom, Lord Marcus. My thanks. It doth ease the tension in mine heart.”
I squeezed her hand, smiling. I could see myself loving her. Or Maria. Maybe not Kulri. I could only own her, but she would want that. She didn't seem to value anything but her own degradation. How broken was she?
“So, until you find that special man, I hope you won't mind indulging with us,” I said.
“Lord Marcus,” she said, gasping. Her cheeks spilled red. “What a churlish thing to suggest. Dost thou expect me to engage in lesbian theatrics with Lady Kulrigiizhai and Lady Maria for thine amusement?”
“For theirs,” I said. “And yours. Don't tell me Kulri didn't make you cum. That elf can eat pussy.”
“So long as thou remembers that,” she said. “I wouldst not protest another passionate romp with thee. Not after the comfort of thine sagely words. Perhaps the increase in intimacy shall strengthen our party.”
“Perhaps,” I said. “Why don't we go back and find out? I'm sure Kulri would enjoy having her pussy licked out, especially if I order her to submit.”
“And what shall thee be doing with Lady Maria?”
“Maybe I'll fuck her ass while she licks your pretty butthole,” I said.
Dëshoma gasped. It was the cutest sound in the world. “You know, I think whomever you give your heart to is a fortunate woman indeed.”
* * / *
“Lick out her asshole,” Marcus commanded.
Maria was eager to obey. She had a clean conscience now. Whatever happened in the dungeon would stay here. It was just
party business. It didn't change who she was outside of the temple. Away from Marcus's authority.
Once she had the Tear of Ethileri, she would leave this all behind.
Until then, her desires were free to be enjoyed.
“This is so depraved,” Maria groaned, staring at the lovely butt before her.
Dëshoma had her face between Kulri's thighs, licking and lapping at the elf, thrusting her rump up into the air. Marcus had commanded, and Kulri obeyed. And enjoyed. Iris had joined the fun, too, impaling her pussy up and down Kulri's nipple.
Maria grabbed the firm, milk-pale skin of the angelborn acolyte. Dëshoma's blue pubic hair gleamed with pussy juices between her thighs. The scent of jasmine rose from her twat. Maria breathed it in as she leaned lower and lower. She pressed her face between those lush butt-cheeks.
A sour musk tickled her nose. Behind her, Marcus's cock, lubed by Iris's naughty magic, pressed into the fighter's rump. It slid to her crack and penetrated between her cheeks. Together, Maria and Marcus each quested for a tight, hot asshole.
Both found their targets at nearly the same heartbeat.
I am truly going to do this, thought Maria as she kissed her lips against Dëshoma's asshole. The human fighter's tongue swept out, sliding over that puckered hole.
At the same moment, Marcus pressed his lubed cock against Maria's rosebud. Her anal ring parted for him while her tongue caressed Dëshoma's sour backdoor. Maria moaned, her hands squeezed into the angelborn's rump.
“Damn,” Marcus groaned as he sank deeper and deeper into her bowels. His lubed cock slipped into her. “Damn, fuck, shit, that's good!”
A pleased thrill ran through Maria. She fluttered her tongue faster as the strange delight of having her asshole sodomized by Marcus rushed through her. She wiggled her hips back and forth as more and more of his cock vanished into her bowels.
She clenched down on him, increasing the friction. The delight that his cock delivered to her anal sheath! The heat melted to her pussy. Her snatch grew juicier. Her tongue danced faster, rippling over Dëshoma's sphincter, the earthy flavor dirty and delightful all at the same time.
“Oh, my, Lady Maria,” whimpered Dëshoma, her voice muffled by elf pussy. “That's such a wicked and wanton feeling thou art delivering to mine asshole with thy wiggling tongue.”
“Good,” Maria moaned. “Because Marcus's cock feels amazing sliding into my asshole.”
“I bet it does,” squeaked Iris. “Does it, Kulri?”
“This elf enjoyed Marcus Aurelius's cock plundering this one's dirty asshole,” whimpered Kulri.
Maria swirled her tongue through the acolyte's asshole. She plunged it in and out while at the same time Marcus pounded her bowels. He slammed into her asshole. He plunged in to the hilt in her. She worked her hips from side to side, stirring him around in her anal sheath.
The pleasure melted to her pussy. Surrendering to him gave her such bliss. Such rapture. She whimpered and kneaded Dëshoma's rump with flexing digits. The human fighter dug her fingers into that tight and toned ass as she plundered the acolyte's asshole.
“Damn!” grunted Marcus, his balls smacking into her taint. The pleasure rippled through her. She wiggled her hips from side to side. “God fucking damn, that's great!”
“It is!” whimpered Maria.
“Lady Maria!” gasped Dëshoma. “Oh, my, this is such a wicked and naughty treat. Thy tongue is swirling with such vigor through mine dirty bowels.”
“Yes, she is!” groaned Marcus, sounding so pleased with Maria.
Her asshole clenched down on his dick, increasing the friction and building her climax. That sounded so wonderful. She was enthralled by this idea. She clenched her bowels tight and hard around his cock, the heat melting her pussy.
Every thrust of his cock brings me closer and closer to cumming, she thought in delight. She thrust her tongue deep into Dëshoma's asshole. Oh, yes, Marcus, thank you.
She reveled in it. She clamped her bowels tight about him as he plundered into her depths. That wonderful pleasure surged to the peak in her. She trembled, her heart pounding. The delight burned through her body.
She fluttered her tongue in circles around Dëshoma's sphincter, matching the movements of her hips. Flesh slapped flesh. Three women, herself included, moaned. A pixie squeaked in delight, riding the elf's nipple. Marcus grunted, his masculine passion growing in strength. Volume.
I'm going to make him cum with my asshole.
The wild thought sent Maria over the edge. Her bowels convulsed and writhed, spasming with euphoric delight around his cock. She squealed into Dëshoma's asshole. Marcus grunted, burying into her body.
“Fuck, yes!” he groaned. His cum spurted into her bowels.
The pleasure surged to the peak in her as she milked his cock. She gasped out in rapture as the bliss spilled over her. The aching passion bathed her mind. His jizz flooded her asshole. She sucked on Dëshoma's naughty hole, giving the acolyte pleasure.
“This elf is cumming!” gasped Kulri. “This elf is cumming so hard!”
“Oh, my,” gasped Dëshoma. “Thou art flooding me with thine delicious passion, Lady Kulrigiizhai!”
“Bathe me!” gasped Maria, her body trembling through her pleasure as more jizz pumped into her bowels. She slid her lips lower and nuzzled into Dëshoma's sapphire bush. The human sucked on the angelborn's clit.
Jasmine juices gushed out and bathed Maria's face. She licked and lapped them up. She feasted on them with aplomb. She reveled in them. They coated her mouth and tongue. She drank them down as her orgasm peaked in her.
“Shit,” groaned Marcus. “You are amazing, Maria. All your holes.”
Such joy rippled through her.
* * / *
Kulrigiizhai watched the dying fire. Maria and Dëshoma slept on either side of Marcus, the pixie nestled on his muscular chest. The elf reflected on what had happened. It was so close to how she used to be treated, but...
She'd enjoyed it.
She closed her eyes as dark memories flooded her. The pain that fed her anger. Her purpose. She would find what she needed. Either here or another location. If she could hope, she would be begging for it to be here, but she would endure the disappointment if it wasn't.
Her vengeance would come when it would come.
How much would Marcus interfere? He wanted to collar her but also wanted her to decide to be collared. She would if he would let her continue her quest, but he had no business in knowing it. Her pain was her own. She hugged it tight inside of her, fed it darkness and rot like any fungus.
Her purpose devoured it and grew.
Chapter Eighteen: An Enticing Hole
As the last of the clerics fell dead to my ax, the surging energy rippled through us all. Dëshoma gasped first, her level gap narrowing. But then myself, Maria, and Kulri all shivered at that exhilarating moment of going from Level 7 to Level 8.
More Hit Points for all of us, more Technical Points (for Maria and myself), and more Magical Points (for Kulri and Dëshoma). Iris was celebrating, enthusiastic as she did a booty shake and pumped her hands before her, doing a victory dance I'd seen often in my world. Something the game programmers put in?
“What did we get?” I asked, not feeling any... options. “Don't tell me level eight's a dud level.”
“We have progressed further upon our path, Lord Marcus,” Dëshoma said. “That in and of itself is a stupendous achievement. Most do not gain any levels. We are fortunate to be Shardhunters and have the capacity to grow beyond our frail, mortal limits.”
“Still,” I said. Just more stats and HP? I tried not to show my disappointment. It happened in MMOs. You couldn't get something cool every level, but I was hoping for some sort of upgrade or something. Maybe a passive bonus.
Oh, well.
“We are making good progress,” said Maria. We'd just cleared our second fight of the morning, battling through another group of clerics trying to corrupt another part of the sanctum. Which w
as mammoth and seemed to be wrapped around itself.
They were corrupting a statue of Shuwëmeri lying reclined with her legs spread wide and her pussy lips gaping open. I stared at it, arms outstretched to welcome her love, the hole to her cunt actually chipped in.
“I could just slide my cock into her,” I said, staring at it.
“It does appear to be possible, Marcus Aurelius,” Kulri said, her voice flat and unemotional.
“Should I?” I asked.
“Go for it!” Iris cheered.
“I don't know,” said Maria, biting her lip.
“I doubt it will harm you,” said Kulri. “It looks intended for men to do just that.”
My dick swelled even harder.
I peeled off my bronze chainmail and thrust it at Maria. She grabbed it, staring at me in shock. Dëshoma looked placid, unconcerned, and Kulri had no emotions on her face at all. Iris cheered me on, darting around my head.
“Go, Marcus, go!” she whooped. “Oh, yeah, tame that statue's pussy!”
I grinned and unlaced my britches, feeling like I was in college. I pulled out my cock. If this were any other game than an erotic MMORPG, I would never do this. But even though I was transported to this world from my own, it still operated under those principals.
So, with extreme confidence, I slid my cock into a stone pussy.
I wasn't sure what I expected to happen. I thought maybe the statue would come alive and I'd pound her hard. Stony arms and legs would grip my body, holding me tight as I drove my cock deep and fast into the smooth sheath. And it was smooth, like rubbing my cock against polished marble.
I pressed my face into those bountiful breasts, waiting for something to—
“Holy fucking shit!” I roared as pain knifed through my dick. A fiery jolt that shot up my cock. I threw myself back. My leather pants, bunched around my upper thighs, tripped up my movement. I almost fell as the heat slowly dwindled and then died.
“Marcus!” gasped Maria, clutching my armor to her breasts.
“Lord Marcus, art thou injured?” gasped the acolyte. “I did not detect the dwindling of thy pool of Hit Points.”