My balls tingled with how hard Brianna’s inner muscles gripped against me. I moved faster, fucking her g-spot with abandon until her grip on my cock was so tight I couldn’t take it. We burst open against each other, her juices dripping down her pussy to the floor, mixing with my seed as it filled her to the brim. She still bucked against me, slower, when Melea burst too, moaning in a high pitched voice as she tilted forward against her fingers. Brianna moved her head away not to touch her, still smiling up in defiance.

  “You are so bad, Brianna…” I trailed off, my grave voice making the two look over to me. “Teasing poor Melea after she obeyed me so well…”

  Brianna smirked over her shoulder and I was sure she was going to ask if I wanted her to lick Melea off. But I was zeroed in on an idea.

  My cock was still hard inside her as I looked down to her amazing, round ass cheek. I parted them, kneading one as I slid my hand to press a thumb against her pink asshole.

  Whatever she was going to say, she dropped it. A moan escaped her lips and I knew she’d be up for it if I asked. I pressed my thumb further and she took me in, swallowing my finger the same way her pussy muscles seemed to swallow me every time - with such greed that amazed me.

  Melea let her fingers slide out of her, and with just half of my attention (if not less), I saw her ears twitching, then her head snapping to a side.

  “Master,” she called, and as I looked up, there was not a hint of lust on her face anymore. “I hear howls.”

  3

  We were dressed and out of the door a moment later. Thanks to Melea’s ears, the wolves weren’t in sight yet when we reached the road once more. I unsheathed my sword, just to be sure, and swiped my hand in the air to check on my new skill - the one I acquired defeating Melea and was about to test.

  Holy Charge, it said. For thirty seconds, every hit is critical. Cooldown of five minutes

  Thirty seconds. Fuck. That was nothing. I would have to be mindful of when to use it. Though I definitely wouldn’t use Holy Strike out in the open again (I learned my lesson after almost dying), I still had Punishment, some potions and two hot, strong fighters with me. A surge of confidence shot through my veins.

  We strode up the road, eyes peeled open, waiting for a sign of those howlers Melea heard. We waited, baited breaths, for a long moment. I was about to ask Melea if she was sure about the noises when I saw the first shadow.

  Their forms were of wolves. Not as big as the ones I fought in Firesse, but large wolves shrouded in shadows. As dark flames, the shadows danced around them, licking up their shins and fur. Their eyes were of a starking, almost neon purple. In places the lantern light did not reach, that was all one could see - a pair of purple floating orbs staring back.

  It was a fucking neat sight.

  The pack that approached us was not all that big - some six wolves, as a beginning enemy of the area. But of course, following the video game logic, they had to be stronger than the last wolves I fought in Firesse - and those guys were pretty strong. That added up to the shadowy aspect made a tingle of anticipation crawl up my spine.

  “Can’t you talk to your peers?” I heard Brianna trying from a side, her head turned to Melea.

  The half-wolf cocked an eyebrow. “Those beasts were the Necromancer’s, not mine. And I’m not a wolf, I’m a Lycan,” she emphasized the word, talking with clenched teeth. “We’re different species!”

  “But you controlled them, didn’t you?”

  I didn’t remember mentioning that to Brianna. All she knew was Melea was an ally. But well, she might have just asked one of the people around town. Melea clicked her tongue, turning her attention back to the wolves. She bared her fangs, roaring threateningly and dropping her stance. The wolf closer to her didn’t seem bothered, baring its own fangs back.

  “I guess that’s a ‘no’?” I laughed, surprised by how calm I felt. I turned the hilt of my new sword in my palm, letting the blade reflect the light as I stepped up in front of both Melea and Brianna. With a couple of finger swipes, I activated an experience boost, but let Punishment wait - depending on how well I did against these wolves here, I wouldn’t need it this soon.

  Squatting for a moment, I targeted a wolf and made to jump on it, sword in hand. It dodged, as I expected, and I completed my move to the side, slashing it easily. I got the wolf off guard and managed to slash it twice while it still tried to recover itself. Experience numbers floated above its back as it dropped. With a smirk, I turned to the other wolves.

  I put the six down without much trouble. The sole fact Melea and Brianna had my back was comforting, and after three bosses, I could say I had the hang of being a Knight. A small part of my brain wondered, as I put my sword away, how much the story would change if I was any other class…

  Brianna smiled at me, her arms crossed under her chest as she slowly shook her head. I smiled back, clearing my throat. “What?”

  “Nothing,” she laughed. “Just you. Making all the killing by yourself.”

  “I need to level up to fight whoever is the next boss,” I tried to bit back a laugh without much success as she passed me, starting up the road once more. “Besides, these guys were pretty easy.”

  “Good,” Brianna stopped, looking over her shoulder. “Because there are more coming this way.”

  She grinned and I couldn’t help the beat my heart missed. I was never one to show off just to get a girl’s attention (even more if I already had it, as it was in this case), but I felt like impressing her. She was following me, after all, not because I won her over, but because she believed in me.

  This time, just for fun, I activated my Punishment skill before readying my sword, squatting in wait for those pesky shadow-wolves.

  * * *

  The tingle I got used to crawled up my spine at the same time a small notification let me know I leveled up. I heaved for a moment, looking back to check on my companions. Both Melea and Brianna were out of breath, their smooth skins scratched and cut here and there.

  I watched as Holy Charge faded away - the skill practically saved our asses. We were assaulted by waves after waves of wolves, more or less what happened back in the fields when I used Holy Strike. I thought about activating Strike, since they were coming anyway, but a part of me wondered - what if there were more? What if the pillar managed to bring double the number of wolves again?

  I didn’t feel like trying it.

  So even if we were clearly overwhelmed - the first packs attacked taking turns while the later ones came in swarms -, I avoided activating Strike, even if my hand hovered over it a couple of times. I still didn’t know how dying felt like in this game, but if it was half-realistic as sex was, it would suck. Also, I had no idea what would happen - if I would show up back in Firesse or back in Glennhaven? I didn’t know what would happen to the girls too. Melea was my ally, so I believed she would show up either back in her hometown or with me. But Brianna? I was pretty sure she’d be dead and that’s it. End of story. Just like the guard back in Firesse.

  The three of us fought back to back, protecting each other as we hit any wolves that tried to take a bite. The girls were vicious in their attacks, defending our group with fierceness. By the end of it all, I was not only two levels higher, but proud as fuck of our team.

  “That was savage!” Brianna laughed between ragged breaths, resting her hands over her hips. Her chest heaved, and for a moment I wished we would sit down so I could lay my head over her boobs and rest there.

  “That was hard,” whimpered Melea, her shoulders dropping. “We almost died. Like twice.”

  “But we didn’t. Aaron managed to have it all under control. Don’t you believe your master?” Brianna’s eyebrows were pinched together as she cocked her head to Melea. I shook my head, for I knew it was just a tease.

  Before they could start arguing, I took the lantern from where it fell and lifted it to see the road further on. Stepping forward, I had to be careful not to trip over any dead wolf.

  “I wonder how far are we from Kiran.” I squinted, but apart from a small building to one side of the road, close to the stone wall, there was nothing on the horizon.

  Brianna swayed her head from side to side for a moment, nearing me. “An hour, give it or take. I remember there was a second shack halfway.” She rose a hand, pointing at the building I saw seconds earlier. “It’s also the last place of the sorts. I’d say we rest there for some fifteen minutes before taking on the rest of the road.”

  Melea groaned, “Another hour walking?” She stepped to my other side, clutching my arm against her chest and laying her head against my shoulder. “Let us rest, Master. Please! I’m all beaten up.” She pouted a lip, showing me a large scratch on her arm.

  “Oh? I thought you’d want to go for the shack to fuck again because you were bored,” I smirked, letting the lantern weight down my fingers. Melea snapped her head up, her ears twitching.

  “I’m not exactly bored with all those wolves trying to eat me, but I don’t mind the fuck!” Her eyes shone as if I was giving her a gift. “Is Master going to fuck me hard? Please, Master! You already fucked Brianna!”

  Said human laughed, taking the lantern away from me and pretending to analyze the road. I slid a glance at her, smiling at her antics. She clearly thought this whole master-servant act was ludicrous, and I had fun watching her react to it. The fact she came along and let me fuck her just because she actually enjoyed it was staggering. She was gorgeous, scorching hot, smart, strong and would be up for anything I suggested, sexually. This girl was a dream.

  And she didn’t mind if I decided to fuck Melea instead. Or any other ally, for that matter. No, she would probably join me.

  Pulling my arm from Melea’s grasp, I encircled her body with it, letting my hand rest over the curve of her bubble butt. “We’ll see if you deserve Master’s cock, Melea.”

  She squealed, circling my waist with thin arms. It wasn’t exactly a comfortable position to walk, but my hand over her butt made it worth the discomfort. For some moments, I kneaded on her butt, massaging the soft flesh between my digits. I could feel the vibrations of her low moans against my chest. Inch by inch, I pulled her skirt up over her ass cheek, continuing the massage over her warm skin.

  I eyed Brianna, who didn’t seem to mind as Melea’s moans became louder. We still walked on the road, and still watched the horizon, hoping no wolves would come. My hand grabbed Melea’s full cheek, pressing harder. My cock strained against my pants, twitching, asking for relief once more.

  Have I already mentioned I loved stamina in this game?

  I ran further and faster. I fucked harder and longer and so many more times than I’d be able to in real life. The fingers I used to touch the half-wolf’s bottoms slid to the crack of her ass, and I let two fingers graze over her asshole. She pressed her hips back against my hand, her hands clutching my vest as she moaned. I hoped no wolf would come to us now because I wasn’t sure she’d pay attention to its approach.

  Her furry tail brushed over my wrist as I pulled the skirt completely up with a thumb, my forefinger circling her entrance as she rumbled against me.

  “Master,” she purred, one of her hands letting me go to reach for her top. She cupped her breast with it, massaging it with closed eyes. “Oh, Master, fuck me like that, please!”

  Clenching my jaw, I still kept an eye on the road, watching the building approaching with every step we took. I didn’t want to sound crazy desperate though, and I still had plenty of time to try anything I wanted with them.

  So I pressed my forefinger on for a moment, letting her own muscles accept my entrance. I pushed harder, my whole finger entering her as she moaned aloud.

  “Silence!” Brianna hushed, but her eyes shifting with desire. “They’re gonna hear us!”

  Melea shook her head, her fingers pinching her nipple over the fabric of her top. “There’s no wolf around,” she groaned, eyes still closed.

  I pulled my finger out, then pressed it in again. Melea bucked against it for a moment as I gulped. She was so fucking needy. She was so fucking needy for me. Her arousal dripped over my other fingers, closer to her cunt.

  Pulling my hand away, I watched with divided satisfaction her confused gaze. “Master?” She called, whimpering.

  I wanted to fuck her ass so bad. But at the same time, I wanted to tease her until she burst out in ecstasy just because of it.

  “Master is getting too horny,” my voice was sole proof of it. It was raspy and dark as I focused on the shack we neared. “And I’m still not sure if you deserve it.”

  I slid a smile to her, reveling in the way she sighed, pulling her skirt down. Brianna chuckled by my side, shaking her head. “Such a teaser,” she murmured, blinking bright green eyes at me. Just from how her eyes shifted, it was clear she was as aroused as any of us.

  We still walked five more minutes until we reached the building - so similar to the other I wondered if it was not a bug. But as we walked around it, I met not a crumbling wall but two, piles of rubble above overgrown grass. Brianna entered first and checked the structure, leaving the lantern by the entrance.

  Sitting under what one day was a porch, I waited for the other two to relax against the cold walls as I looked over to the road. As dark as the permanent night allowed it to be, not even the sound of crickets reached us. The only sound outside the shack was the gurgle of the river that ran down the plain.

  Brianna rolled her shoulders before she relaxed against the wall, not minding the scrapes down her arms. Melea sat twisting her lips in annoyance, touching her own shallow wounds. Having made an agreement with the Necromancer and receiving that many wolves to fight for her, I bet she forgot what it was to get hurt in a fight far before I defeated her. Not one of the half-wolves seemed impressive warriors.

  “We’ll soon reach the city,” Brianna said with a tentative smile. “I believe with a couple more level ups you’ll be able to take on Nyx or whoever is controlling her, no?”

  “Yeah, I think so. And there’ll probably be a bunch of those shadow wolves in town for me to grind some more levels. No worries about that.”

  Brianna nodded slowly, studying me. “What about potions? Do you think you have enough?”

  “Sure. Around ten, I think.”

  She nodded again, her face serious for a moment. With the twitch of her lips, she cocked her head, softness taking her eyes and she smiled. “I just want to make sure you’ll be alright.”

  I couldn’t help but smile back. The way she cared, coming all the way from Glennhaven to help, and how she came along and made it clear how much she enjoyed my company… My heart swelled. I could just sit there and watch how the orange light danced over her features and let me see the freckles over her nose more clearly. I actually would’ve liked to pull her to my arms and feel her head against my chest.

  I wanted to kiss the air out of those amazing lips.

  Melea sighed tragically, “I wish it was just me and Master, no fighting, no traveling, especially no wolves. Just fucking the whole day…” She trailed off, batting her lashes at me.

  “Whole night, you mean. Because if your master doesn’t fight Nyx, that’s exactly the only thing we’ll have forever.” Brianna cocked her eyebrow at the half-wolf, crossing her arms under her chest, lifting those amazing mounds up. I took the idea of her laying on my chest back. I want to lay on hers first.

  Melea tutted, bringing a finger to the tip of a fang. “If you defeat Nyx, Master, is she joining us?” She pouted her lower lip, “Will I have to share you with another girl?”

  I sighed, shaking my head as I adjusted my back against the porch. “You’re still selfish, Melea. You must understand that I need all those allies to fight the Necromancer.”

  “I know,” her shoulders slumped. “But at the same time, I wanted to have you all to myself, Master. I wanted to be the only one sucking you off.” She licked her lips, her eyes widening with the prospect. Her jaw dropped slightly as her eyes glazed, a scene clearly developing in her fuzzy-with-lust mind. “Master, I’m still horny from the other time. Touching myself is not nearly as good as sucking you. Also, I have to train, remember? How to take you all the way to my throat.” Her voice lowered to a raspy, needy murmur, her amber eyes glinting as she watched my reaction. Melea’s gaze went to my crotch, searching for a bulge that would let her know I wanted all of that.

  Of course I wanted all of that. What kind of hot-blooded man wouldn’t after all that speech?

  But I rose a hand, stopping her even before she effectively made any movements. “Selfish, Melea…” I shook my head, not needing to even look at Brianna to know she’d be up for what I was about to suggest. “You’re not getting my cock. I need you to appreciate whatever help we get against the Necromancer. You know who’s deserving to be sucked off? Brianna. Brianna hasn’t been selfish and Brianna fights hard. Don’t you think she deserves it?”

 

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