Fighter Awakens in the Naughty World

by Reed James

  Her pussy clenched on me.

  “Ssshh, such a bold, bold man!” she hissed. Twist's cunt clenched around me. “Show me your strength, Marcus. Show me why I should keep hunting treasure with you.”

  I kissed into the slope of her right breast. My hands tightened around her waist. Then I lifted her up my cock, arms flexing. She hissed out her moan; her hot and silky twat gripped me. Her juicy flesh was as smooth and slippery as any other woman's.

  Inside, she was no different.

  Her tongue flicked out. Her hips wiggled in my grip, stirring around my cock. The massage rushed down to my balls. I groaned, kissing up her band, following the smooth scales up her breast. Her tits jiggled as I worked her up and down my cock.

  I reached the pinnacle and the nipple thrusting out of her band. Such a mammal-like feature. Not something you'd find on a reptile. But she was dragonborn. Not lizard. There was nothing cold-blooded about her hot cunt sliding up and down my dick.

  I latched onto her nipple. Suckled.

  “Ehglizi's fat ass,” she gasped, her snatch clinging to my dick as I lifted her up it. “Sshh, that's good. Oh, yes, you want to make me cum.”

  I answered by nibbling on her nipple.

  “Ssshh, I will. I'll cum on your dick. Melt you with pussy cream.”

  “I'd love that,” I moaned around her nub.

  I sucked and nibbled and played with her nipple as I pumped my arms. I savored her snatch's glide. Up then down. Up then down. She squeezed around me, her silky snatch massaging me. I growled my pleasure around her nub, lips sealed tight.

  Her scaled fingers slid through my hair. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter around my cock. She felt incredible. My hips bucked up, thrusting from the rock I sat on to slam into her on the downstroke. She gasped, grinding her pussy lips and clit into my pubic bone.

  “Marcus! Oh, yes, Marcus! Make me cum! Show me that power! That strength, party leader!”

  I stood up, my hands sliding from her hips to her ass. I clutched her scaly rump and held her tight. My fingers dug into her bubbly flesh. Her thighs wrapped tight around me, keeping her impaled on my cock. Her nipple popped out of my mouth.

  I had the strength to fuck her like this, holding her and thrusting my hips. I stood beneath the moon, the silvery rays shining down on us. I slammed my cock into her hard. Fast. My balls smacked into her over and over. The sound echoed while her cunt clung to me.

  Her breasts rubbed into my chest. I stared into her reptilian eyes, the blue almost florescent. She gasped and moaned, her nipples caressing my hard pectoral muscles. Her cunt gripped me as I slammed into her hard.

  “Yes, yes, yes! Īwheda's clumsy fingers! You're strong, Marcus! So strong! Virile! Pound me, party leader! I want to cum! Give me climaxesssss!”

  I slid my right hand across her butt. I ducked into her crack as I slammed my hips forward. I buried into her cunt over and over. Her hot, juicy sheath clung to me. The rogue hissed her pleasure then sucked in a breath as I brushed her asshole.

  I danced my digit around her puckered sphincter. She squeezed her cunt around me. Her hips rotated from side to side. I thrust my finger into the depths of her asshole. Her bowels swallowed me. Hot. Velvety. A treat.

  “Party leader!”

  Her pussy spasmed wildly around my cock. Her flesh sucked at me. She shuddered around me. I plowed into her hard and fast. I thrust into her sucking cunt and jammed a second finger into her convulsing asshole.

  “Oh, yes! That's it! That's how you fuck a woman!”

  “You better fucking believe it, Twist!” I growled, my balls approaching the boil. “Now beg for me to cum in you! Beg for my seed!”

  “Give it to me! Party Leader, give me your seed! Flood my pussy! Spill it in me!”

  Her pussy convulsed harder. Faster. The pleasure surged up through my cock to the tip. My impending orgasm hit that peak. I jammed my fingers deep into her writhing asshole and growled out my pleasure. My cock exploded spunk into her cunt.

  Hot spurts of jizz pumped into her over and over. The pleasure surged through me. Stars burst across my vision. I gasped and moaned, my heart pounding and pumping the bliss through every bit of my body.

  Her pussy milked me. She hissed, her tongue flicking out. I kissed her scaly lips. They were soft and hard all at the same time. And hot. So hot. She clutched me tight, her breasts pressed into my chest. She clung to me as she milked my cock dry.

  My balls emptied into her. The pleasure was great. My fingers dug into her rump, holding her tight in my arms. I felt momentarily dizzy from the passion of my orgasm. I sank down onto the stone again, shifting her on my lap.

  She broke the kiss and leaned her head back and stared up at the sky. A dark well twinkling with stars rose above us, surrounded by the purple barrier. The fence that walled my camp off from the rest of the world.

  “Damn,” I panted. That felt good, but did little for figuring out what decision I should make. “So, have you decided what class you're going to be?”

  * * / *

  Twist shrugged. “I'm just here to make money. There are some good classes for that.”

  “That's it? Just money.”

  “Yes,” she said. The truth. “I want to have all the wealth I can get.” She had debts to pay. Expensive ones.

  “So, what are your choices?” he asked, his cock still buried to the hilt in her cunt.

  “I could be a Gunner.”

  “Oh, yeah, firing pistols and rifles and such?”

  He sounded surprised. Did he not know about the class. Well, he is from some backward village.

  “Yes. It's the Intellect Path. I could develop my skills in building things. Tinkering. Inventing, or focusing on my marksmanship.”

  “But not a great class for making money?”

  “No, probably not.” Though th idea appealed to her. Killing from the safety of range instead of from up close. Safer, but... “There is the Archer. Like the Gunner, but firing bows. It's the Strength Path.”

  “Not a pure Dexterity path, huh?”

  Her brow knitted. “It takes strength to pull back a bow. Especially the great bows. You can't be weak for it. But it's not for me. All that hunting and forest. I'm a creature of cities.”

  “And dungeons.”

  “So last is Thief.” As she said it, the class made perfect sense for her. “The pure Dexterity route. Better backstabbing abilities, pick-pocketing.”

  “Better at making money.”

  “Learn to hone my stealth. I could become an Assassin or a Crime Boss. Have my own empire reporting to me.” Saying that left a bitter taste in her mouth. Did she want to have her own lackeys like Grunt? “That sounds like me. A Thief.”

  Saying the words sent her down that path. She shuddered as she embraced it, her mind broadening to accept her new role. Her new path. She would get the money she owed. One way or the other, she would get it all.

  Twist paid her debts.

  * * / *

  Kulrigiizhai listened to Twist and Marcus talking off in the dark. The elf lay on her back, pondering her own decision. If she wanted to break from Marcus and avoid being ensnared in his quests, which could interfere with the only thing that truely mattered—vengeance—she would need a path with more solo potential.

  Becoming a Gambler would give her that. The ability to use daggers and luck magic would help her survivability go up. The day's fighting through the dungeon proved that while she had power, she did not have the Hit Points to take the blows Marcus and Maria did.

  But the idea of going down that road didn't appeal to her. She could continue to enhance her martial abilities, eventually becoming an Arcane Knight, blending the magical and the physical. Or she could delve into the magics of illusion and mesmerization.

  It would help her find the Black Heart Diamond on her own.

  Becoming a Preacher would give her healing powers. She could keep herself alive longer, but the offensive potential went down fast. She would become a support class with no on
e to support until she climbed higher and started in on the summoning specializations. She could walk the path of Necromancer or a Druid. Control the dead or shape nature. She could delve into the Summoner class and eventually a Beastmaster, but none of that was what she had dreamed of becoming before being ruined.

  A Wizard. Pure arcane study. Unlocking more of the potential in her soul. Real power. An Evoker or an Elementalist, unleashing destructive elemental magics. A Psionicist, honing her intellect into offensive damage. But she couldn't walk that path without help.

  Could she trust Marcus to let her have her vengeance?

  She wanted to. What he gave her...?

  How could his domination be something she yearned for while her master had only delivered her pain and suffering? What had her master done to her soul that she yearned for humiliation and pain deliberately inflicted on her by someone who cared...?

  Someone who didn't see her as a worm—a thing—but as Kulri.

  Kulrigiizhai sighed. She didn't know where these desires were leading her, but she would walk her chosen path. She opened herself up and became a Wizard. Her skill in magics swelled. Her knowledge expanded. She would travel with Marcus for now.

  She could always find another warrior to protect her if his path diverged from her vengeance.

  * * / *

  “What about you?” Twist asked me as she slid off my cock. She moved with even more grace now. I could see the increase to her Dexterity that choosing Thief had delivered to her. “What are you going for?”

  Duelist was out. Warrior felt like what I should take. How I liked to play. That pure tank or martial DPS. I could sword and board, as they used to say. Well, I had an ax, but, still, a one-handed weapon and a shield. The perfect tanking gear.

  I could do that as a Paladin, too. A holy fighter. One who was dedicated to a purpose. And, as I was beginning to realize, I had a purpose. That there was more to this world than just having fun in it. There was saving it. Protecting it. These women I'd met so far were all so alive. So real.

  This was my home. My second chance at a life that had meaning. And while roaming around seducing women would be a lark, it wouldn't be fulfilling in the long run. I closed my eyes and made my choice. I shifted my soul down the path that felt meaningful. Like I was taking this shit seriously.

  I became a Paladin.

  The power opened in my mind. A prayer blossomed. I had MP now as well as TP. I flexed my hands, drawing in a deep breath. It felt right. This choice. I would help save this world. A Shardhunter after more than just my own enjoyment.

  “Twist, we're going to save the world.”

  She broke into hissing laughter. I didn't care. Tomorrow, we would head to this human town, gear up, and then we had an airy plateau to explore. We had to figure out how to mend the world, find a cure for Maria's Cock-Wilting Plague, and see if I couldn't figure out how to get Kulri to open up to me. Twist would make money and be happy and Dëshoma would be in the fight to save the world with me.

  I headed off to find my bed. Tomorrow couldn't come early enough.

  * * / *

  Deep in the catacombs, he walked. The world had shifted. It had happened. The prophecy had begun. The Interloper had entered the world and sought to undo all of his work. That couldn't be allowed. The Interloper had to be defeated.

  He fell to his knees before the altar and prayed to the simulacrum upon it. A vessel ready to take a copy of the Interloper's soul. For the outsider had come through a strange medium to this world. His soul had passed through the Digital, the great beyond that engulfed this universe.

  And the Digital held records of everything. It was the foundation of all that this universe was built upon. That code could be rewritten, edited, and copied.

  Into the simulacrum went a copy of the Interloper. He went to work editing it, changing the code, to make something new. A champion. His shining hero to protect all his great work and ensure the Shattering was never undone.

  Else the world would end.

  To be continued...

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  Fighting always made me wet, and fighting Kevin made me burn.

  “Yes,” I hissed as he groped one of my breasts, fingering my hard, pink nipple. His other hand slid up to cup my face, brushing back my flaming curls. I had my mother's fiery hair, but my father's blue eyes.

  “I missed you every day in the mountains,” he groaned, pulling me down, my red hair spilling about my face.

  “I bet you found more than a few peasant girls willing to provide comfort to a Knight on a Quest,” I grinned.

  “But none were you,” he grinned and pulled me down for a hot kiss.

  My breasts rubbed against his muscular chest. His hand slid down my back and over my heavy, leather belt that my chainmail loincloth hung from. He squeezed the cheeks of my ass, left mostly exposed by the two-inch wide band of mail. His fingers dipped beneath the mail as he kneaded my ass.

  I groaned and ground on him, working my clit against the cold metal of my mail. His cock was hard beneath, throbbing with his desire. I kissed him hard, my hands roaming his muscular sides and chest. My Kevin was a strong man.

  And it was time for him to eat my pussy.

  I broke the kiss, sliding my hips up his body. “Time for you to pay the forfeit,” I smiled, grasping his brown, flowing locks. My hot pussy pressed into my mail as I slid higher up his body. Pleasure shuddered through me. “You're going to devour my pussy. I want to cum and cum.”

  “Of course, my Lady,” Kevin grinned, licking his strong lips.

  My breasts heaved as I straddled his face, still holding onto his brown hair. I loved it when I won our duels. I pulled his head up, smearing his face against my hot pussy. I shuddered as his thick tongue slid through my pussy. My back arched. I gasped as the pleasure washed through me.

  I guided his lips with his hair, my hips undulating. His hands kept kneading my asscheeks, his fingers tightening as his tongue worked through my pussy. He sucked and nibbled on my folds and he nuzzled at my clit.

  “That's it,” I groaned. “You lost, and now you have to pay. Devour my pussy. Don't miss a single spot. Come on, you can do better. Work that pretty mouth through my hot pussy.”

  My free hand grabbed my right breast, pinching my nipple as I undulated faster. Kevin moaned, his tongue working faster. He shoved it deep into my pussy, swirling it around. My eyes fluttered in delight, my moans echoing across the training sands.

  Metal rang nearby. A pair of male knights dueled. Others watched. I savored their eyes.

  “Show everyone how you are my little pussy slave!” I groaned. “Mmm, yes. Devour me! I'm gonna drown you!”

  His tongue fluttered through my folds. My insides squirmed. I shifted my hips, smearing my clit across his strong face until his tongue found it. I gasped as he fluttered his tongue against my nub, batting it over and over.

  “That's it! Oh, fuck! Work that tongue! Yes, Kevin! My little, pussy-hungry stud! Fuck! Fuck!”

  My orgasm crashed through me. I screamed out my delight. My pussy clenched. My juices spilled out into Kevin's hungry mouth. My eyes met Donna, Victoria, and Christina, the squires' eyes envious of my lover's cunnilingus prowess.

  “Keep eating me! Keep making me cum!” I screamed, my hips jerking.

  Kevin kept assaulting my clit. His tongue must be a blur. My pussy clenched again as more ripples of pleasure washed through me. My clit ached, becoming even more sensitive as my climaxes washed through me.

  I gripped Kevin's hair harder, holding his tongue against my clit for as long as I could stand it. My nerves burned with pleasure. My body spasmed and shuddered. My eyes squeezed shut as a mighty surge of pleasure rippled through me.

  My clit almost hurt with the agony of my ecstasy.

  I pulled away, letting
go of Kevin, “Mmm, you were a stud, pussy slave,” I grinned.

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  Reed James is a thirty year-old guy living in Tacoma, WA. “I love to write, I find it freeing to immerse myself in a world and tell its stories and then share them with others.” He's been writing naughty stories since high school, furiously polishing his craft, and finally feels ready to share his fantasies with the world.

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