by Reed James
“This elf feels them, too!”
The pleasure grew and grew in the elf's twat. Her pussy lips were sensitive, drinking in the silky feel of Twist's cuntlips and scales, but it was the elf's clit that really fed her growing pleasure. Her hard bud drank in the various textures.
It celebrated every time their buds met. Those sparks burst, feeding her orgasm faster and faster. The two clutched thighs to their bountiful breasts. The banded texture of Twist's tits caressed the elf's skin, adding more delight to her while her own boobs savored the feel of scales.
“The First Acorn!” the elf moaned after her clit rubbed into Twist's again. “This elf is coming closer and closer.”
“So am I! Īwheda's clumsy fingers, work that cunt. You sexy elf-slut!”
“Yes, espy, this elf is a slut. A disgusting, filthy, wanton slut only grinding on your pussy because Marcus Aurelius ordered her.”
“That's right, you're going to be pleasuring my cunt whenever I want it. He'll let me use you, elf-whore!”
“This elf will submit!” Her large breasts heaved as she moaned. Her ears buzzed. “This elf is about to cum.”
“Rūzem's greasy touch, let's cum! Oh, yes, let's shower each other in cunt cream!”
They both ground their cunts hard together, clits sliding over hot flesh. Their buds kissed.
The elf's big tits heaved around Twist's thigh as she climaxed. Her pussy juices gushed out to bathe the dragonborn's cunt. Twist hissed in delight and more juices gushed between them. They coated each other, the scent of their cunts growing.
“Thūgiz's blistered cock!”
“The First Acorn!”
Pleasure rippled through the elf. She moaned and whimpered through her bliss. Stars burst across her vision. Wonderful rapture that burst in wicked sparks and had her trembling in joy. The humiliation of being forced to grind her cunt on Twist sent her hurtling into rapture.
The elf's body drank it in. Her ears quivered. Her toes curled as she bucked through her orgasm, her pussy grinding across Twist's. The rogue hissed her own bliss, the pleasure still rippling through Kulrigiizhai as they ground on each other.
“You nasty elf-whore!” Twist moaned. “Sssh, yes, yes. So good. Īwheda's clumsy fingers!”
“That's it!” gasped Marcus Aurelius from the other side of the fire. “Fuck, yes, Maria!”
The elf panted, her body buzzing with bliss. Her mind reeling from the pleasure. She didn't know what to choose. Should she stay or go out on her own. Marcus Aurelius provided Kulrigiizhai with such wonderful, demeaning pleasure.
But could she trust him with her true goal?
“Dëshoma!” squealed Shelly. “Axyileri's ecstatic joy!”
* * / *
Dëshoma settled between Shelly's thighs as Maria began sucking Lord Marcus's cock. The angelborn acolyte reveled in the sounds of pleasure her harem lord experienced. She trembled, licking her own lips as she leaned down to feast on Shelly's furred muff.
They were both concubines. Both Marcus's women. The acolyte felt more and more sure she loved him and made the right choice to stay with him. She wouldn't gain the marriage her human mother and angel father possessed, but she would find her own expression of love.
After all, thou didst lead me to him, Divine Ëshuxeri, the acolyte prayed to her patron Goddess. I shall trust in thy judgment.
“Dëshoma,” whimpered Shelly. She sat up on her elbows, her small breasts quivering. Her brown pigtails swayed around her face. “I've never...”
“Neither had I indulged into the delightful depths of lesbian passion before I met our man and harem master, gentle Shelly.” Dëshoma smiled. “So I promise thee to deliver to thy virgin nethers all the sweet pleasure my mouth and tongue can apply.”
“Thank you,” she said, smiling. “I like how you talk.”
Smiling, Dëshoma lowered her face. She found it so intriguing how fast she had changed, molded by the passions of her harem lord. She breathed in the virgin's sweet musk moments before she pressed into the girl's brown bush.
Soft pubic hairs tickled along her face. She slid her hands around the girl's thighs and gripped them. Her sapphire hair spilled around her face and over the girl's crotch while her tongue licked out for the first time in tasting the virgin's flesh.
Shelly gasped and shuddered. Her small breasts quivered as Dëshoma licked again. She felt Lord Marcus watching her please the virgin. She wiggled her hips, her juices soaking her sapphire bush. Behind her came the sounds of Maria's sloppy blowjob.
“That's it,” Marcus groaned.
Is he talking to me? wondered Dëshoma as she felt his gaze upon her. Or to Maria bobbing her head with such skill upon his wonderful member?
She licked again at Shelley's delicious cunt.
“Dëshoma,” Shelly whimpered, her thighs squeezing around the angelborn's head.
Dëshoma loved the sounds the girl made. She applied her tongue with more vigor, licking up the juices with hunger. The virgin trembled, delight crossing her eyes. Her head shook, pigtails danced. Dëshoma explored around in the girl, brushing her hymen while wet pubic hair caressed her face.
“That's it,” Marcus groaned. “Mmm, just like that.”
He is talking about me licking Shelly, decided Dëshoma.
She feasted with more hunger on the girl, eager to deliver all the pleasure she could. To make her gasp and moan and cry out in ecstasy. It would be so wonderful. She licked and lapped and dragged her tongue up and down the girl's twat.
Shelly sank down on her back, her stomach flexing. Her hips wiggled, grinding her cunt against Dëshoma's mouth. Her pleasure soaked the angelborn's lips. Behind her, Marcus groaned in delight, Maria sucking with such hunger on him.
Pleasing him.
Dëshoma's tongue fluttered faster and faster against Shelly's pussy. The angelborn worshiped her pussy. She expressed her love for her new harem-mate. Her fellow concubine. Her hand slid beneath Shelly's rump, gripping the virgin's pussy. She held it tight. She dug her fingers deep into Shelly's flesh. The angelborn massaged the human and enjoyed the way Shelly shuddered and moaned. How she undulated her hips.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” gasped Shelly. “I'm getting closer and closer.”
“Good, dear Shelly.” Dëshoma's tongue fluttered up to the girl's clit. She flicked against it and then sucked on it.
The girl gasped. Her little titties jiggled. Her thighs gripped Dëshoma's head, sapphire hair spilling over Shelly's slender thighs. The angelborn swirled her tongue. She stroked that little bud and reveled in the wicked delight of what they did together. The sapphic pleasure they shared.
Marcus watched her. He waited for her to finish loving his concubine so he could claim Shelly's virginity. That part excited Dëshoma. Her pussy clenched. She came closer and closer to bringing Shelly to her climax.
“That's it!” Marcus gasped as Maria bottomed out on him. “Fuck, yes, Maria!”
The angelborn knew that Maria pleased him with the same fervor that Dëshoma loved Shelly. That excited the acolyte. She wanted to keep journeying with him. To help him with her divine powers. To heal and support him.
He would need guidance. To help him choose the right path. And while her heart yearned to become a Priest and follow the pure path of faith, she sensed a great convergence of destiny had brought them together.
She would need to peer into the future. That took more than just belief. It took intellect to understand and interpret. To marry the two mental disciplines. She had to walk down the branch of Intelligence.
She had to become a Cleric.
In that moment, as she sucked on Shelly's clit, Dëshoma made her choice. Her soul walked down the new path. The power of her change radiated through her. New knowledge unlocked in her mind. She moaned in delight around that little bud.
“Dëshoma!” Shelly squealed. “Axyileri's ecstatic joy!”
The girl came. Her juices gushed out and flooded over Lady Dëshoma's hungry mouth. She licked and lapped at
her. She reveled in the girl's pussy juices. She savored lapping at her, enjoying the delight of feasting on her sweet, virginal cream.
She had readied the girl for their harem lord. Their personal king. A shudder ran through Dëshoma as she lifted her face, turned her head, and delivered the wonderful news to Lord Marcus. She met his eyes, saw the pleasure in his face as he came down Maria's throat.
* * / *
“I have readied mine fellow concubine for thy gentle love and passion, Lord Marcus,” Dëshoma said to me, her angelic face dripping with Shelly's pussy cream. The angelborn's halo glowed bright about her, shining with her passion.
“Then sit on her face,” I said. “You're my concubines. It's only right that you love each other, Lady Dëshoma.”
“Dëshoma is fine,” she said, blushing. “I am thine. Thine woman and concubine.”
“Then Marcus is also fine,” I said, grinning.
Her smile grew and she nodded. She took my hand and brought it to her round breast. I brushed her gold nipple as she pressed me over her heart. “Feel the strong beat of mine heart. It pounds for thee. Ëshuxeri hath brought us together. And for that, I am full of bountiful gratitude. I shalt be thy Cleric and guide thee.”
“You chose?”
She nodded. “Now that mine goal is thou's.”
“Do you even know it?”
“To mend this poor and unhappy world. What else could thy goal be?”
“To get a harem full of sexy women?” I arched an eyebrow.
“Methinks thou art not so shallow as that. After all, if hedonism were thy goal, thou wouldst not so carelessly throw thine life into danger.”
I frowned and glanced over at Twist. She had Kulri licking at her pussy now and motioned for Maria to join them. Twist just wanted money, and yet she had thrown herself into the fray with just as much recklessness as me...
“Marcus,” whimpered Shelly, drawing my attention back to the virgin. “I'm all... you know...”
“Horny for my cock?”
“He is a crass one, I admit, dear Shelly, but do not be dismayed for through his perversion comes pleasure for the women he loves.” Dëshoma straddled Shelly's face. “Now, just apply thy tongue with the same fervor I didst to your virgin nethers.”
“You're going to love the taste of her pussy,” I said, bringing my cock wet with Maria's saliva to her. In the background, the Duelist gasped in delight. It sounded like she was riding Twist's mouth, the three entertaining themselves.
I pushed my cock against Shelly's bush. I slid through the silk while Iris buzzed overhead, watching with keen interest. My little pixie's humming excitement brought a smile to my lips. That turned into a groan when I felt Shelly's hymen.
Another virgin. Maria, Dëshoma, and now Shelly. This world held such delights. They were worth fighting for. Worth bleeding and risking my life for. I had no regrets as I thrust my cock forward against Shelly's hymen.
She whimpered into Dëshoma's pussy. The angelborn gave me an encouraging smile, pussy cream dripping off her chin. I seized the back of her head and pulled her lips to mine. I kissed her, tasting that virgin delight. Shelly's hymen stretched before my cock.
Popped.
I groaned into Dëshoma's mouth. Shelly moaned into Dëshoma's pussy. My cock sank into virginal pussy, entering Shelly for the first time. I went deeper and deeper into her, my cock wrapped up in the heaven of her sweet silk. It was a delight to enjoy. A wonderful experience to revel in.
My tongue dueled with Dëshoma's as Shelly gasped and whimpered. Her legs locked around my waist. Her pussy clenched around me. The friction rippled through me. I bottomed out in her, balls heavy with my cum pressing against her.
I drew back. Her cunt clenched around me. The pleasure surged through my body. I thrust hard. Fast. I plowed to the hilt in her cunt. I stirred her up. I savored the bliss of burying into her again and again. Her cunt gripped me. Teased me.
Brought me close to my explosion of jizz.
My balls smacked into her with powerful thuds. Her cunt squeezed down around my cock. The pleasure built and built. I loved it. I reveled in every thrust into her. Every last plunge into Shelly's pussy.
I broke the kiss with Dëshoma, groaning, “Damn, Shelly!”
“Yes, yes, Marcus!” Dëshoma moaned, her green eyes shining with delight. “Sweet passion. Enjoy her tight and virginal sex gripping thine cock. Oh, yes, yes, the way she moans when thou dost bury into her is most stimulating to mine nethers.”
“Going to cum on her?” I groaned while I thrust hard and fast into Shelly.
“I am.” She shuddered, arms around my neck. “Art thou?”
“Fuck, yes!”
“Me, too!” Shelly moaned, her pussy clenching around me. “Marcus! Marcus! Axyileri's ecstatic joy, I can feel it building in me.”
“Do not fight that burgeoning bliss, dear Shelly!” groaned Dëshoma. “And yes, apply thine tongue with such vigor to mine clitoris. Mine naughty bud doth savor the sweet flutter of thine tongue against it.”
“Fuck, yes, cum on her!” I groaned, pumping harder, faster. The pleasure swelled through me. “Let's all cum together!”
“Marcus. My sweet and lordly Marcus!” Dëshoma's halo flared bright. “Sweet passion!”
Shelly squealed, breathing in Dëshoma's angelic pussy cream. The deflowered virgin's pussy squeezed about my cock. That tight grip surged such delight through me. I buried forward. Her flesh convulsed around me.
Her orgasm spasmed through her pussy.
My cock spurted hot cum into her depths. I couldn't resist. I groaned out my pleasure as spurt after spurt of cum flooded her. That hot sheath milked me. The pleasure rushed through my body. My balls unloaded again and again.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” I snarled.
“I know!” Dëshoma moaned. “Such sweet passion.”
“So good!” whimpered Shelly as her pussy milked me. “Marcus, oh, yes! I'm yours!”
I loved the sound of that. I kissed Dëshoma as I spurted the last of my cum into Shelly's pussy. My balls unloaded every last drop held in them. I panted, my chest rising and falling. Stars danced before my vision.
“Marcus,” Maria moaned behind me. “Can we... I mean... Can I ride your cock?”
“This elf would like to ask a request to give pleasure to your dick, Marcus Aurelius. You may pick the means. This elf's holes are available to you.”
I broke the kiss with Dëshoma and smiled. I liked this new life.
Chapter Twenty-Four: Choosing His Spec
Everyone was sleeping around the fire. I sat on a rock nearby, unable to find that rest. I wasn't truly tired. I had gained a level today. Hit 10, revitalizing me. I felt like I could go out and adventure across the world.
I held the Shards, focusing on them. I had vague impressions of where they went. One seemed to lead to an airy plateau, windswept and lonely. This was the one Haîcze had given me. The other gave me the impression of a sprawling metropolis. Something large. A capital city. Human. My own race. The choice seemed easy, I supposed.
Not like the other choice I faced. Warrior, Paladin, and Duelist. Which one to take? I had the vague impressions of where the paths led. Warrior was straightforward. Increased in strength, wearing medium-class armor, wielding two hand-weapons or one-handed weapons and great shields. Big, beefy, tanking shields. It would be the end of wearing chainmail and on to a breastplate, a step removed from full plate. Down that path, I had a sense of specialization in weapons, a bare-handed path that could lead to some interesting play, or to become the greatest master of the ax.
The ultimate protector of my party.
Duelist didn't attract me too much. Maria had already taken it, so it seemed foolish to have two of us. It appeared to be a DPS route. She had already lost the ability to use her medium-sized shield and would have to go down to bucklers. She could gain the use of thrown weapons, stealth, and all manner of finesse-oriented fighting.
Even using a katana. That made me smile. It
would be a fun path to walk, but...
The party needed a tank. The responsible one that held the threat and protected everyone else in the group. I'd have to recruit a new one if I went Duelist.
Now Paladin was another tanking class. The same level of armor as a Warrior, but not as good shields. I could gain some prayers, ability to help myself stay alive longer but doing less damage with my physical attacks. I could sense that as my faith increased, so would my own defensive abilities. Down the line, I could even get my own summoned companion: an angel or a demon depending on the route I took.
Not my style of play, but was it what the party needed?
“You should be sleeping.”
“I should be, Twist.” I glanced at her striding up naked and sultry, her curving hips rolling and her large breasts jiggling. The moonlight gleamed off the highlights of her pebbly scales and the pink bands rising up her belly and breasts.
“If you're not sleeping, then you should be fucking.” She stopped before me, hip cocked. “You haven't slid your cock into my twat yet.”
I smiled. “I guess I haven't. Got caught up with the others.”
“They love you.” Twist shrugged. “Even that elf.”
“Only Dëshoma joined my harem.”
“Love isn't the same thing as trust, now is it?”
“Definitely not.” I sighed, pushing down old pain. “So, how do you want to fuck?”
“You're bold with me. I like that.”
I grabbed her hips and pulled her right down to my lap. She sat down on me, her scales cool on my skin. My hand slid down to her ass. I squeezed her through her scaled protection and then went lower. I found her pussy, rubbing at her folds.
Grinning, I moved back to her hips and lifted her. She didn't fight me. I had no problem, my muscles bulging and flexing. Level 10 had given me plenty more strength than when I started out this game. I lowered her down to my cock and groaned at the hot contact of her twat on my dick.
I groaned as she sank down on me. The pleasure engulfed my cock. I leaned back, moaning as more and more of her pussy sank down my shaft. She bottomed out on me, her arms going around my neck. Her height put her breasts right before my face. I smiled and buried into her tits. I rubbed around in them, savoring the feel of them against me, smooth bands, rubbery hard over soft flesh.