Unexplored - Into the Wilderwood: A LitRPG Virtual Fantasy Adventure, page 20
All three slowly walked through the forest, taking in the beauty of the VR world around them. The buzzing of the insects, the chirping birds, even the annoying tickle of the grass.
They passed the village gates and made it to the inn where Cleave and Tarka shared a night together. Tarka got a key from the bartender and they went upstairs to a room. It was the same room from that one night.
Tarka stood on her tiptoes and pressed the key into the lock, it opened and Cleave’s eyes nearly bugged out.
All of his friends were there. Berryl, Sphiel, Lurupine, and Estelar all sat in the room. This wasn’t what shocked the elf though. All of them were nude. The curvy figures of Berryl, Sphiel, and Lurupine were displayed in all of their glory, breasts firm and nipples erect. They softly smiled as the elf looked to each one in turn.
Estelar stood near the door. His feminine, toned frame managed to stir a little excitement in Cleave’s loins.
Cleave looked to everyone in the room as Krug shut the door and locked it.
“What’s all this?” Cleave said.
“This is the little surprise I told you about,” Tarka said.
“It’s something we put together for you, as a little thank you for all you’ve done for everybody,” Krug said.
“You did so much for me and my people,” Lurupine said. “I wanted to thank you in some way, but I didn’t know how. When Tarka told us that you might like something like this, I was happy to oblige.”
“I felt really bad for what I did to you in the cave,” Berryl said. “So this is my way of saying I’m sorry. You can dominate me now!”
“I never had the chance to say thank you for rescuing me twice. It’s a small gesture,” Sphiel moved and her gravity defying breasts wobbled, “but I hope it will be enough to show I’m thankful.”
“With your help the Fey Wilder is on the road to becoming a force of protection in the forest, and for pleasure. There is no way I can thank you enough,” Estelar said.
Cleave’s eyes drank in the sight of several beautiful bodies. The large tits and milky thighs of the different women sent his excitement into hyperdrive. His member pressed firmly against his pants. Desire formed a heavy weight in his stomach.
Tarka removed her clothes and her slender body and small perky breasts were enough to send his mind over the edge. His fingers fumbled as he removed his clothes. Cleave tried to act calmly, but the heated situation destroyed any sense of cool he had.
His armor, tunic and pants were dropped unceremoniously to the floor and joined the many other crumpled garments there. He knelt down and pressed his lips to the Kobold’s.
Tarka moaned into the kiss. The elf’s slender fingers brushed over her floppy ears while his other hand stroked along her swaying tail. The digits trailed down her scaly flesh until he met her inner thigh.
His thumb came into contact with her womanhood and she gasped. She opened her mouth and her tongue tussled with the elf’s. His two fingers slid along her pussy lips and spread them. He pressed his middle two fingers into her and stroked along the inner walls.
Tarka moaned and Cleave felt moisture accumulating on his digits. He spread this slippery precum over her pussy and rapidly moved his fingers over her labia.
Tarka motioned for everyone to come forward and they did so. Berryl and Sphiel reached Cleave first. The kobold gently pushed him toward the two women.
Sphiel pulled him close to her by his wrists. She placed his hands on her prolific breasts and rose to her tiptoes to kiss him. Cleave’s mouth parted and their tongues began an excited snake dance.
Berryl pressed her breasts to his back and teased her nipples along his lower shoulder blades. She uttered a small sound that was almost a purr. The catgirl kissed down the back of his neck and gently nibbled on the nape of his neck.
Cleave kneaded the large breasts, molding and reshaping them in his grasp. His thumbs teased over her erect nipples. They encircled the pink buds several times before flicking over the little nubs.
Sphiel smiled and pressed her breasts outward. After a few more motions with his thumb the female elf guided his hands down her body, across the downy skin of her stomach to her wet snatch.
Cleave thrust his fingers into her and she gasped into their kiss. He carefully thrust his fingers into her moist, tight womanhood. Her pussy squeezed around his fingers and grew wetter with each pass they made into her. When she grew exceedingly wet Cleave increased his tempo. Her sex made wet, squishing noises as his fingers reached into her swampy depths.
Berryl reached around and took hold of the elf’s heated erection. She gripped the barrel of his cock and stroked it. The catgirl’s furred touch sent little shots of buzzing excitement into his hips. She stroked upward and ran her thumb along the purple head of his cock. Precum leaked from his member.
The catgirl mashed her breasts against his back and nibbled on his neck again as she spread his precum over the top of his heated member. Lurupine approached the trio and dropped to her hands and knees in front of Cleave. She slid between Sphiel’s legs and wrapped her lips around the male elf’s searing dick head. Her tongue worked around the ridged head base of the head.
Her lithe tongue worked in quick circles. Cleave gasped and grunted as the tongue touched sensitive nerve endings in his cock. The tongue wiggled against the opening to his member and he jerked. He thrust his fingers into Sphiel with greater vigor. The female elf shuddered and gripped his shoulders tightly.
Berryl worked in tandem with Lurupine. She pulled back on his cock and the dryad pressed her lips forward. Lurupine cupped the elf’s balls and manipulated them in her hand while she and the catgirl worked over his member.
From the corner of his eye Cleave watched a now naked Krug, Estelar and Tarka in an embrace. The male elf and half-giant kissed over the little kobold’s body. Estelar massaged her bountiful scaled butt while Krug ran his large tongue around her small and perky breasts.
The kobold moaned under their ministrations and brushed her hands along their firm bodies. After a few minutes Estelar picked up the Kobold girl and took hold of her tail. She looked back at him with widened and wanton eyes. Krug turned her attention to him and the mammoth cock in front of her face. She gripped the shaft with both hands and took the large head in her small mouth.
Estelar widened her legs and exposed the Kobold’s sex. He pressed his member into the slippery opening and Tarka moaned as the cock pressed its way inside. The male elf held the kobold up by her hips while the two men thrust into her. Tarka relaxed and bobbed her head while the elf took her from behind.
Cleave’s fingers moved at rapid speed inside of Sphiel as he watched his closest friend get spit roasted by the two men. Sphiel buckled and released on the elf’s prodding fingers. Berryl and Lurupine worked Cleave’s member hard.
Cleave felt a whirlpool form in his stomach. He tried to hold it back, but the intensity was fierce. His body buckled and he moaned as he released jets of cum into Lurupine’s mouth.
The elf withdrew, breathing heavily. He saw Lurupine slowly swallow his seed and desire brewed in him again. His member was still hard and ready for another round.
Krug disengaged from Tarka and Sphiel from her group. The spellsinger took a seat on the bed, angled her legs outward, and looked at Estelar. He took the obvious meaning and brought Tarka over to her. The Kobold pressed her lips against the female elf’s wet snatch and licked feverishly.
The spellsinger shuddered and rested her head against the bed. Estelar watched the woman’s breasts bounce and pounded harder into the kobold.
Berryl and Lurupine began kissing and exposed their luscious asses to Cleave and Krug. Krug took the green woman’s ass in his strong hands and spread her cheeks. He brushed the mushroom head of his dick against her womanhood, moistening it before pressing it in.
Cleave followed suit. He gripped Berryl’s ass, enjoying the feel of her soft cheeks in his palms. He slid his manhood over her sex, basking in its warm wetness before sinking his member in. The catgirl giggled as she kissed the dryad and wiggled her hips and squeezed her pussy around Cleave’s cock.
Memories of their last encounter filled Cleave’s mind. He gripped the cat girl’s flared hips and roughly speared her flower. The catgirl buckled slightly under the pressure. She held herself up and braced her body as Cleave rammed his member into her tight, massaging folds.
Berryl pulled her mouth away from Lurupine and called out as the elf hammered his cock into her. She cupped the dryad’s bouncing breasts in her hands and kneaded them while the elf pounded her jiggling ass cheeks behind her.
Krug and Cleave rammed their members mercilessly into the women for several moments while the girls kissed and explored their bodies with their hands. Lurupine slid her tongue down the catgirl’s neck and suckled on one of her firm nipples. Berryl pressed the dryad’s head into her fluffy chest and kneaded the green woman’s breasts.
Cleave and Berryl’s hips made a mighty slap as they came together. Each powerful connection sent a shockwave through the elf’s body that drove him on. He pounded faster, each powerful slap sending him closer to the edge.
His mind was lost in a sea of ecstasy when he felt the familiar build up rise up inside of him. He was in so much pleasure that he barely noticed when he unleashed a hot, thick load into the catgirl.
Cleave heaved powerfully and pulled his member from Berryl. The catgirl looked over her shoulder at him, smiled and winked. “I hope we get the chance to try this again.”
Cleave couldn’t help but laugh. He had a feeling that they would, probably with their friends. He looked over and watched Tarka lick Sphiel’s pussy and warmth built up inside of him. He was having a great deal of fun with these other women but he wanted her. Tarka opened her eyes and pushed herself away from Sphiel.
She looked back at Estelar and pulled herself off of him. She walked over to Cleave and hopped up. Cleave caught her and they kissed. Fireworks went off in his mind as their tongues entwined. His hands explored the smooth scales of her body and his member twitched.
He walked over to the bed and placed her upon it. She smiled tenderly up at him and angled her legs out to expose her dripping snatch. Cleave pressed his member into it and slammed hard.
Tarka gasped and the bed rocked against the wall. She wrapped her legs around Cleave’s waist as he hammered his cock into her.
Cleave’s mouth went to work furiously licking and kissing over the Kobold’s small body. She writhed beneath him moaning and calling out as his cock rammed against her cervix. The elf grunted as he exerted titanic force.
Cleave tightened his muscles as he pistoned his cock into her swampy, searing pussy. He fought through the tight, undulating inner walls and delivered powerful thrusts that loudly jostled the bed and rocked the kobold’s small body.
Overwhelming desire overtook the elf. His mind slipped into a blissful void. He wanted to breed this sexy little kobold. He wanted to shoot his seed deep and fill up her insides. These were not thoughts that were native to him and they jarred his conscious, but only for a second. Whether he understood them or not, all he knew was that he had the sexiest girl in the whole game moaning and writhing beneath him.
He wriggled his tongue against her little perky nipples before leaving a trail of kisses up to her lips. They connected and their tongues continued their loving shuffle.
Cleave felt a powerful force in his gut and increased the tempo of their liaison. Their bodies ground against each other. All of the nerves in the elf’s body fired off as his skin moved across her scales. He closed his eyes and allowed the void to overtake him. He shut out all of the other participants in the room out. It was only him and Tarka. The bed squeaked and slammed against the wall with enough force to rattle the floorboards beneath.
The pressure in Cleave’s gut released. He called out Tarka’s name and pushed his cock in her. He orgasmed powerfully into her thirsty womb. Cum spilled from his member and his body shook as it succumbed to the ferocity of his ecstasy.
When he was spent Cleave dropped onto the bed beside Tarka. He expected her to get up and join in the festivities with the other participants, but instead she snuggled close to him and nuzzled against his chest.
He held her body close and fireworks went off in his mind. Her and her friends’ present to him had been amazing, but this was the best feeling in the world.
FORTY FOUR
Cleave and Tarka lay on the bed cuddling for several minutes before they heard a knock at the door.
“Yes?” Cleave called out.
“My apologies, but is lady Lurupine with you? She’s needed back at the grove.”
Lurupine looked up from between Krug and Estelar’s nude bodies. “I’ll be right there.”
The group got dressed and met the dryad woman standing outside. Cleave and the rest of his company left the Inn and followed this dryad into the woods.
“Dryad grove?” Cleave said to Lurupine.
“Yes, when you logged out, Estelar and I started work on a sanctuary the dryads could come and be safe,” Lurupine said.
“With the money we received from the looted equipment we were able to hire a couple of earth mages to help us quickly move the dryads’ trees and start building the facility,” Estelar said.
When they arrived at the Fey Wilder’s dungeon, Cleave gawped. A massive domed structure at least forty feet in height, made of twisting vines and bent tree trunks, loomed before him and stretched further than he could see. They walked past two dryad guards into a massive open area.
Several dryads worked together planting and tending to their large, white trees. They were all carefully arranged in perfect rows and each had enough room to grow. Sunbeams came through the building’s roof and sparkled on the bright green leaves.
Cleave observed that despite the losses they took in the battle with the Crimson army, there seemed to be more dryads than there were before. Some of these dryads were tending young saplings, trees that belonged to newly spawned NPCs and possibly new players.
They walked past a vast empty area that Cleave suspected was for more trees, into a large common room with furniture crafted from tree roots that grew out of the ground. Several dryads were inside, relaxing and socializing with each other. There was a closed off area where they could hear moans and giggling. Krug turned to the area and smiled, but was pulled away from it by Cleave and Tarka.
To the left was a large side chamber. This round room was large as well, with a ceiling made of gnarled roots twenty feet in height. It was mostly empty, save a throne on the other end made from twisting vines. Lurupine walked up and sat on the throne.
Eyes opened on a massive tree to her right. It stretched its arms and yawned. All of the crystals from Bitterroot’s body were removed. They had to dig out large chunks of his body, but it seemed to be growing back nicely.
“Good afternoon, Lady Lururpine,” the tree ponderously turned to the others, “good afternoon to you all.”
“Cleave, Tarka, Krug, Estelar, Sphiel, and Berryl, welcome to our new hall. We just finished completing the structure. We haven’t had much to grow in the roots to create the furniture for this room, and the other rooms are lacking in furniture. We meant to have more done, but with all of the new members coming in, it’s been difficult to manage.”
“New members?” Cleave said.
Lurupine’s eyes lit up. “Yes, ever since the battle, we’ve sent out parties in search of new members of our little community. Several dryads throughout the forest have uprooted their trees and have come to join our grove. We currently have sixty players and NPCs, and we’re getting more all the time.”
“We’ve been having some success with membership as well,” Estelar said. “Word of our involvement and the particular flavor of our club has spread since our little tussle with the Crimson Kingdom. We now have triple our number. There’s much more love to go around in our little dungeon now.”
“That should be enough to keep those Crimson assholes away,” Tarka said.
“Let us hope,” Lurupine said. “Bitterroot. One of the dryads came and said I was needed. I don’t see anyone here that needs anything. Did you send the messenger?”
The Treant grumbled and creaked as he shifted his weight and spoke.
“Yes, I hope I didn’t interrupt you in something important. As you are aware, you made a promise to do me a favor if I joined your cause.”
Cleave and Tarka nodded.
“After some pondering, I believe that there is something you can do for me. There is an item of magical power that was crafted by my ancestors. It gave the wearer the power to wield magic innate to Treants, the ability to call forth the spirit inside of a tree and bring it to life. The Ring of Treesoul. It was crafted for a great hero that aided the Treant people centuries ago.”
“The last person who held this ring was an elf named Devdan Erwynn. He disappeared five centuries ago. His last known location was an elven community forty miles southeast of here. I know that you plan to map the forest. In your travels, could you find this ring or learn of its fate? Since my people have disappeared, it is the last link I have to them.”
“We would be honored to,” Tarka said.
“While we are on the subject of quests, would you mind if I made a request?” Estelar said.
“Sure,” Cleave said.
“There is a little hamlet of halflings in the southern tip of these woods. There is a leatherworker there that creates items made from exquisite leather. Her name is Vera. I had contact with her when I was a member of the Crimson Kingdom, but fell out of touch when I had my little misunderstanding with Padwin and the Crimson King. While you’re out mapping and recruiting new members, perhaps you can make contact with her.”
“I’ve been wanting to commission some work from her but couldn’t take time away from my duties here. She makes the most amazing restraints. She made some for me once with a special part that -”
