Unexplored - Into the Wilderwood: A LitRPG Virtual Fantasy Adventure, page 6
The flat of her tongue massaged the lower half of the elf’s member as her lips moved along the shaft. She moaned into his cock and reached between her legs to pleasure herself. Her mouth moved along his dick. Her tongue teased the veiny rod, bringing forth more of the pre from his throbbing member.
The kobold bobbed her head on the member. She pressed down as far as she could and swallowed, taking the entirety of his length. Tarka moved her head from side to side, laving his cock with her tongue before pulling back and taking in his entire member again.
Each time her lips made contact with the base of his dick, spiralling fires propelled through Cleave’s stomach. His body quaked as the conflagrations roared. Sometimes the kobold would stop and grind her nose against his waist.
Cleave’s hips jittered each time she did it. He thought he was going to cum, but the kobold would pull back just before he did, releasing the pressure building in his gut.
Cleave had never been brought that close to release before, only to be brought back. The resulting feeling left his body tingling and his mind in a semi-lucid state. His eyes were half lidded as he watched the kobold working over his throbbing cock. He slid his palms across her scaled cheek as she bobbed her head.
A few more moments passed and she lifted her head from his member. A trail of saliva connected her lips to the reddened head of his member. She turned around and straddled his hips, lifted her tail, and pressed her velvet sex against his dick.
Cleave groaned as she sank down on his cock. She moved down until she hilted his entire member. He was amazed that such a small female was able to take his dick. But his amazement cleared away as roiling pleasure washed across his mind.
Her beautiful ass bounced as she moved her hips. Her soft, moist vice squeezed around the elf’s dick. Excitement moved through him. It became so intense he clenched his muscles, but the feeling swept across his nerves and undulated beneath his skin.
Tarka reached beneath her and took hold of his ball sack, moistened by their combined juices and rolled it around in her palm. Cleave closed his eyes and saw a bright white flash. The pleasure was so extreme he couldn’t take it. He reached out, grabbed the kobold’s wide hips, and slammed his member into her.
Tarka cried out and increased the tempo of her movements. The elf joined her, wildly hammering his member into her sweltering pussy.
Their bodies moved together as the bed thumped beneath them. Cleave felt sweat coating his body. His breath came in short gasps. He never remembered working this hard while having sex. He normally preferred a more relaxing liaison, but this was amazing. He redoubled his efforts and drilled his throbbing cock into the kobold’s pussy.
The pleasure was heavy in his stomach. It numbed his body and made it harder to move, but Cleave didn’t care. No matter how much his muscles pleaded for him to stop, he rammed his dick into her with as much vigor as he could muster.
After a few strokes, Tarka moaned and released more of her sweet nectar on Cleave’s member. The elf squeezed the kobold’s beautiful ass and rutted his cock into her furiously. The bed beneath them scraped against the floor. One mighty thrust was followed by another. He closed his eyes and felt his mind float into ecstasy.
Cleave’s body jerked and he pressed his member as far as he could into the kobold. Hot cum jettisoned deep into her. The sticky cum filled her womb. He held her there for several seconds before falling back on the bed.
Tarka removed the elf’s cock from herself and fell back on his chest. Their combined fluids drooled from her still winking sex.
The kobold smiled and heaved a sigh. “Wow, that was nice.”
Cleave took a deep breath. “You really thought it was okay?”
Tarka giggled. “More than that, it was really fun.”
The elf wrapped his arms around the kobold’s stomach. “Thanks. You looked like you really enjoyed it.”
“Well yeah, of course. You’re supposed to enjoy sex, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, it’s just, something I’m not used to.”
“If you keep that up you’re probably going to see a lot more of it. Oh, open your character screen.”
Cleave did and found that his hit points were completely restored. He looked back at his leg and his makeshift bandage was gone, as was the pain. The only negative status he could see was exhaustion. Only then did he realize that his muscles were aching.
Tarka swore. “I need to get ready for work. Take care and I’ll catch you tomorrow afternoon.”
The kobold kissed Cleave’s cheek and hopped off the bed, put on her clothes and logged out.
Cleave lay there for several seconds, basking in the afterglow of the experience. He wasn’t sure if that was the best sexual encounter of his life, but it certainly was close.
TWELVE
Cleave found himself back in the room where he logged out yesterday. He rose from the bed, completely nude. His clothes were still strewn about the floor. Memories of his last moments in the game world, the day before, brought his member to half erection.
He shook images of Tarka’s beautiful ass bouncing on his cock burned in his mind. He yearned to hold her again. He wanted to feel those smooth scales as he unleashed his sexual desires upon her. The touch of her body was electricity against his skin. He felt a passion that hadn’t been awakened in him for a very long time.
The elf chuckled to himself as he realized how much he sounded like a protagonist in a badly written romance. He threw on his clothes and went outside.
Thinking of Tarka made him hobble down the hall to hide his swollen member. Cleave gritted his teeth. Their sexual experience had been really fun, but he had to keep his focus. She had a quest that she, and by extension he, had to start. Every fiber of his being wanted to grab the kobold the first time he saw her, drag her into the inn and screw her silly. But there’d be plenty of time for that later.
He walked downstairs and found the kobold at the same table waiting for him. Her sharp toothed smile lit up the room when she looked in his direction.
“Hey Cleave, having a bit of trouble walking?” Tarka nodded toward his tenting breeches.
The elf noticed that he was still hobbling and grinned. “Yeah I uh - had some excitable thoughts.”
“I hope you’re not in the mood to screw, because I planned to get started mapping.”
Cleave sat down and put on a mock look of passion. “My lady, I can think of nothing but your embrace. Let us forget this foolish quest and run away together.”
Tarka snorted. “But master elf, I cannot. My family would not allow it.”
The elf pressed his hand against his chest. “But surely, your feelings of love run deeper than that of simple blood.”
The kobold closed her eyes and pressed the back of her hand against her forehead. “I am sorry my love, they do not. I must abide by my family’s wishes and marry my betrothed.”
The elf looked skyward. “I ask the Gods to take the cruel fate from me.”
There was a loud booming through the crowd. The tavern patrons turned to see a large man stomping his way toward the elf and kobold in the corner of the inn. Tarka smiled and raised a hand.
“Krug!”
Krug sat on the floor. Even though he wasn’t in a chair he still managed to tower over his compatriots. He smiled goofily and rested his hand on a table. The force of the impact spilled the ale in Tarka’s glass.
“The mighty Krug comes for adventure.” The half-giant said, beating his chest.
“Indeed,” Tarka said, “we waited for you so we can start our grand quest.”
The elf lifted his ale mug in the air. “Adventure is nigh! Let us set out and map the ancient and unexplored mysteries of this world and lay claim to the riches it hides.”
The three of them laughed.
“What in the hell are we doing?” Krug said.
Tarka giggled. “I don’t know. Being complete dorks?”
“That sounds like a plausible explanation.” The elf said and drained the last bit of the bitter amber liquid in his glass.
Tarka grinned. “Cleave and I have everything planned out. We’re gonna start by mapping some of the areas I pass through regularly.”
“When we’re done we’ll take a break and make some notes,” Cleave said.
“Sounds good. Shall we start?” Krug said.
Cleave opened his inventory and looked over its meager contents. “I feel really unprepared for all this. I mean I got a couple of potions but, I feel like I’ll be useless on this adventure.”
“Nonsense,” Tarka said, “you’re clever and that’s worth all the gold in these realms. Oh, I nearly forgot to give this to you.”
The kobold opened her inventory and pulled a dagger off the screen. She laid it on the table in front of Cleave. It looked a bit shoddy and the plain wooden handle was faded and chipped.
“It’s not much, but it should be serviceable enough,” Tarka said. “It’ll save my frying pan from taking another beating.”
“But your frying pan is such an amazing weapon. I think you’re trying to keep it out of my hands because it has magical properties,” Cleave said.
“Is there something I’m missing?” Krug said.
Tarka told the story of Cleave’s arrival in Unexplored and how they met. Cleave interjected with embellished explanations of his bravery, words that the kobold sharply rebutted.
Krug laughed at the end. “This is going to be an awesome adventure.”
“Truth, now lad and lady, let us begin our quest,” Cleave histrionically rose from his seat and walked toward the door.
“Don’t start with that crazy bullshit or Krug and I will leave you behind,” Tarka said as she and Krug followed the elf.
Two hours passed as the group slowly trudged through the forest. They stepped carefully, noting every little curve, dip, and rise of the trails they walked. The elf lost a great deal of the pomp and excitement that he began the adventure with, and settled into the slow doldrums of the task at hand.
Krug wore a vacant expression, but did his best to occupy himself by making notes on the flora and fauna they passed. This was a position that Cleave initially wanted. However, as an elf, he had better eyesight than both of them, and was chosen to keep watch so they wouldn’t be ambushed by aggressive mobs.
“Did you make sure to take note of those flowers over there Krug?” Tarka said, motioning toward the red flowers growing beneath a large tree.
“Uh huh,” Krug said absently.
“What about those?” She pointed to several patches of blue flowers in front of them.
“The ones that smell like complete ass? I got them.”
“I wouldn’t say ass, more like wet dog after it got sprayed by a skunk.”
“Either way, it’s pretty damned unbearable.” Cleave said. “Can we move on?”
“We will, I just have to make sure I get all this right,” Tarka said.
“Can’t you just make a rough sketch and fill in the details later?”
“I am, but I need to make some little notes to know what details I want to put on the map.”
“Why? Aren’t we going to just use it as a map to help guide people through the woods at a later date?”
“That’s still the plan, but I don’t want to half-ass this.”
“What’s the point if you’re the only one who’s going to see it?”
Tarka sighed. “I don’t know. I’m doing something that I think is interesting and I want to do the best job I can. It’s kind of exciting mapping out and exploring all of the little details of an area, and Gods know I could use some excitement in my life. I know it sounds boring, but it’s fun for me. You guys don’t have to stick around if you don’t want to.”
Cleave looked guilty, he understood the need to have something other than the soul crushing, mundane existence he had.
“I don’t want to leave,” Cleave said.
“Neither do I,” Krug said. “Sorry if I sounded like a dick. I was just hoping for a bit of action.”
There was a loud scream from deep in the forest.
Cleave turned toward his friends. “That sounds like action. Want to check that out?”
Tarka and Krug were already running toward the noise. He dug his feet into the dirt and sprinted toward his friends ahead of him. His feet were a bit lighter than the other party members and he was easily able to catch up. They ran for a few minutes more before they heard the sounds of scuffling.
There was a muffled scream and the sound of something being thrown against wood.
“Stay in the cart you damned witch. If we didn’t need you for the sacrifice, we’d have already gutted you like a fish,” said a rough voice.
“Quit squirming or we’ll bash your head again,” said another.
The group peaked around some trees to find goblins, ten of them, in a clearing. The small green humanoids with long ears that ended in sharp tips were leading a wagon pulled by two large black wolves. In the cart was a young woman in a simple white dress.
She squirmed and fumbled in the back of the cart while the goblins led it along.
“You think we can take them?” Cleave whispered.
Tarka shook her head. “Probably not. I’m an okay fighter and you’re uh, and even with Krug, we’d be in over our heads.”
“Maybe I can distract them and one of us could save the girl,” Krug said.
“That could work. Cleave’s the fastest, he could run to the wagon and rescue her.”
“What do we do once that’s done?” Cleave asked.
“What do you think? Run like hell,” Tarka said. “How are you going to distract them Krug?”
“Just leave that to me.”
All three took a deep breath and before Krug sprang into action. He ran in front of the goblins and stood there. The three foot tall goblins stopped and stared at the large humanoid.
“Get out of the way,” the lead goblin said.
“No,” Krug said.
“What do you want?”
Krug through for a second, trying to think of something clever to say.
“Your mother,” he said, thinking he displayed his wit.
“My mother is dead jackass,” the lead goblin snarled.
“Not as dead as you ugly green things are going to be.”
The goblin snarled, “Kill him.”
As one the goblins drew their weapons and rushed forward. Cleave drew his hammer and shield and blocked the thrust of the lead goblin’s spear. With speed that belied his massive size, Krug lunged and struck at the goblin’s head.
A shower of black blood rained to the ground as the goblin’s head was smashed in by the attack. Another goblin with a short sword moved forward to take his place. There was a loud crack. The half-giant’s hammer connected with his shoulder, sending him hurtling several feet to the side.
The other goblins backed away and created a small formation. The spear wielders made a small line in the front while a few in the back quickly drew out small bows.
Krug swept forward with his hammer, but the goblins in front were able to dodge his blows. Four arrows came at the giant. The missiles clanged off his large shield. The goblins in front set up an organized attack while the others drew their bows.
Tarka knew that Krug was going to have difficulty if the goblins were organized. She sprang from the bushes and thrust her dagger forward. She caught one of the goblins by the neck. The sudden appearance of the kobold instantly caused confusion in their ranks.
Tarka took advantage of this and stabbed her dagger into the ribs of another of the bow wielders. Krug wanted to take advantage of the situation as well, but the spearmen held. Three of them spread out and attacked the giant on three sides while the other three goblins fell on the kobold.
Cleave quickly ran to the wagon and drew his dagger. With a speed that even impressed himself he cut the bonds on the hands and feet of the woman. She rolled on her back and looked at him with beautiful, pleading blue eyes.
This wasn’t what held his attention though. The young woman heaved and her large breasts pressed against the fabric of her dress. His eyes went wide and he imagined what they would look like when her dress was off.
A scream brought him back to his senses. He looked up to see three goblins holding down a biting and scratching Tarka. One of the goblins was able to dodge past the giant’s attack and stab him in the leg.
He screamed and kicked sending the goblin into a tree, but the damage was done. The giant hobbled back as the other two goblins set on him.
Cleave moved to help his friends, but the young woman grabbed his arm. She took off her gag and began to sing. A beautiful pitch hit the air. He tried to pull away from the woman again, but she held her wrist and shook her head. Her mane of blond hair waved behind her.
“The hell are you doing? Let me go,” Cleave said.
The beautiful woman shook her head again and pointed to the wolves. The wolves and wagon rushed forward toward the goblins on top of Tarka. The kobold screamed as one of the creatures stabbed her in the stomach.
“Tarka, look out,” Cleave said. He held the young woman so he wouldn’t fall out of the wagon as it moved.
The wolves stopped just short of hitting the goblins and snarled at them. They took swipes at the green humanoids and bit at them. The goblins nervously looked at each other and fought back.
Gripping her wound, Tarka turned her body and tripped one of the Goblins. He fell beneath one of the wolves and found himself at the mercy of the creature’s claws.
Cleave leapt from the back of the wagon and charged the remaining goblins. They didn’t like their chances against the wolves and angry elf, so they fled.
Cleave gathered Tarka in his arms and carried her away from the cart. The woman sang again and the wolves moved toward the remaining goblins.
Krug fought desperately to keep his goblins at bay. Two of the goblin’s blows managed to get past his shield and nicked him. He knew it wouldn’t be long before the goblins had him.
