Author's Preamble
This chapters gets a little grey consent wise, also references non-consensual engagements. Warning for those who are sensitive to that sort of thing.
Chapter 17 Thief in the night.
After my potential saviour left without providing me with cock or directions out of this nightmare, I went back to my daily routine.
I practised archery against stationary targets until my arms were sore; changing the target, or range or rate of fire from time to time to push my abilities and break the monotony of the repetitive task and increase the experience gain.
This was followed by using [Life Drain] on the trees from the cave to the stream, using a light touch, draining just enough energy from each to ease the aches of my body and to work on my control.
Then I washed in the river, rinsing off the sweat from exercising and scrubbing off the dirt from sleeping on the floor of a cave, with just a bed roll for cover. I was very thorough about washing every inch of my body, which left me very hard and horny as I fantasised about other people touching me all over and the many times in the past that washing up led to all out orgies.
To relieve my horniness, I grabbed the largest iron horn to penetrate myself while stroking myself to a violent climax, my eyes closed as I pictured one of my many former lovers fucking me roughly. There was something deeply disturbing about fucking myself with one or more of the horns but an orgasm without something inside ramming my sweet spot was nowhere near as good. Sure it was weird and bloody and kind of fucked up but it appealed to the demon within me.
I had started to think of my demonic half as an individual with it's own wants and desires. It had become far easier to come to this conclusion with isolation, I had a lot of time to think after all. I had even named my other self Furtado, a random name that came to me as I lay awake at night. Furtado wanted sex, to feel the life drain from others and to feel powerful by inflicting violence on others.
After my morning rinse and violation, I continued my training by moving around rocks, lifting/dragging some large rocks from the forest, into my cave, to make crude furniture and fortifications. It provided random and rare boosts to my strength stat and I could see some growth in my biceps, a slight but visible improvement in tone and size.
Then it was time for my mid day hunts, where my practice with the bow and arrow became more relevant as I hunted moving targets. Sometimes I'd kill a horned bunny, other times, birds, while on a rare occasion I managed a roaming Iron stag. Afterwards, I'd clean up the spoils and myself upon the river, often having another wank to work up a larger appetite.
After a serving of whatever I caught, I'd work on [Demonic whispers], training Roger to be the deadliest and most dangerous Horned Rabbit possible. I'd teach him tactics and commands, such as charge, slash and pierce, treating his horn as a crude sword that he needed to learn to use properly. The isolation may have driven me a little insane. Madness or genius, sometimes the line gets a little fuzzy.
Following that, I collected ingredients in the fading light, in order to keep my alchemy skills current, among other reasons. I had chosen Alchemist out of the potential classes I could choose from and I gained experience from every potion made and used. The Alchemist class granted extra Intelligence and Dexterity with every level, I got a boost of both once I selected the class as it backdated the gains from the first level onwards as it was my first actual Class.
Choosing Alchemist also granted Class specific skills that allowed me to mix potions faster and for my potions to have more potent effects with less risk of potion toxicity. At high enough levels, I could even ignore or avoid potion toxicity altogether. At least that was the aim.
Despite the less than ideal conditions I continued making potions in my new cave home. Even though I had left most of the higher quality items behind at George's, I had taken some basic equipment with me, such as the mortar and pestle and some measuring vials. It was good enough to help me mix some basic potions such as the stamina and recovery potions and even some passion potions.
During the long boring nights I would work on my Iron cultivation, increasing the area of my skull that was covered by iron. I was making decent progress, the iron having grown from just a small section in the middle of my forehead to practically covering my entire forehead. It does feels weird at times, the extra weight of it as I move about during the day but protecting my brain is of utmost importance. I've found a strange amusement in tapping at the ironed parts and feeling the difference between that and my normal skull, sometimes I've even made pleasing rhythms from the tapping.
The boredom got intense at times without either books or cocks to keep me entertained. Roger made for a poor companion as his conversation skills were quite lacking. He made a decent listener though, he listened to my rambling as I mixed potions and worked out without complaint.
When I got bored of Iron Cultivation, I resorted to my other frequent past time. Whenever I was bored, horny or in need of something to do, I would start feeling myself up, rubbing my hands over my naked body, until I was rock hard. I'd start stroking myself with both hands but I'd often end up writhing in bliss with one hand on my cock and multiple fingers of my other hand, lodged deep inside myself pressing against my sweet spot. Sometimes my fingers weren't enough and a horn would be used for that extra thick goodness.
Because I slept naked, (wanting to reduce the wear and tear on my clothing), it wasn't uncommon for me to pleasure myself repeatedly until I was sleepy enough to drift off.
I found myself thinking often of Felix and the others, remembering the feel of their bodies on top of mine, their hard cocks driving into me, or even better the rare occasion when I drove my cock into someone. That thief left me extra frustrated, running off with my stuff without sticking around long enough to give me directions or a much needed dose of sex. I was fucking crazy horny.
At some point I fell asleep after wanking several times (nights were the worst for me) covered in my own cooling cum.
I awoke to the sounds of swearing.
"You fucking little bastard."
I shot out of my bed roll, armed with a grimy horn and my own raging hard cock. "Stop."
The thief had my spatial bag in hand, he was obviously trying to steal more from me. He nursed a nasty gash on his calf, with a growling Roger at his feet. I leapt on him, tackling him to the ground, pressing him down with my weight. He felt nice and soft and warm under me, he needed a good pounding to teach him a lesson. The spatial bag was knocked out of his thieving grasp.
"Get off me!" He complained. His voice was reedy when agitated. He was kind of cute in a gawky way, his hood had slipped down in the tussle, revealing his youthful face. He tried to push me away, his hands on my chest but he lacked the sufficient strength or leverage to push me away.
"Nope, you're mine now." I reached down to grab at his crotch. "You're not getting away from me this time." He started soft beneath my hand, but he starting hardening up almost immediately.
"What are you planning on doing to me you freak?"
`NEED COCK" and I practically tore off his calf skin breeches, tugging them down around his knees and dove onto my half hard prize with my mouth.
"What? Oh. Uh. Oh. That's really good." he moaned out as his squirming ceased and his hands settled on the back of my head as he started fucking my throat. "This wasn't the reaction I was expecting after getting caught but I'm not going to complain. Suck it freak." I kept bobbing up and down on his tasty meat stick. "Fuck yeah. You're going to make me cum like that. Want to swallow my load?"
"Mmm" I groaned, happy with a mouth full of cock and both hands stroking my hard cock as I kneeled down between his legs bobbing up and down eager for my first load in weeks.
"I'm taking that as a yes. OH FUCK..." he groaned, pumping a thick load down my throat, it took a bit of time, he must have been saving it for a while. His whole body tensed as he blew, his teeth gritted in an expression of painful bliss. I watched his expression with one eye open as I continued stroking myself, the rush of warmth and cum adding something to the void within me.
He closed his eyes and settled back on the ground, his hard cock upright. I got my first good look at it. He was about 7 inches, average sized, with reasonable thickness.
It would do. It'd been so long. "Salty."
"Mmm yeah thanks for that. It's been a while." He opened his eyes to look at me. "Fuck you're huge." I had risen up, so that I could get a better grip on my cock and so I could get something more substantial to fill the emptiness within. I guess this was the first time he got a good look at my hard cock. "Wait what are you doing now? No way you're getting that in me."
I ignored his increasingly frantic rambling as I scurried closer to my prize, who tried to scramble away from me, ineffectually backpedalling away from me. The cave wasn't that big, so he didn't have anywhere to go that was outside my reach, the cave's mouth behind and through me.
I pounced on him again, landing on his flat stomach, after adjusting to the low light, he was awfully skinny, his ribs prominently sticking out. He needed more meat in him. But first I needed more meat in me. I pinned him down, ignoring his protests and squirming and sat on his stiff cock, impaling myself on something warm and alive and far softer than iron horn. "Fuck, that's what I needed."
"Oh fuck, I thought you wanted to fuck me but fuck, your ass feels so fucking tight."
"Fuck me, please fuck me." I pleaded as I bounced up and down on his hard cock, I was beyond desperate for a good hard fuck, it had been WEEKS, it felt like an eternity.
"Can do." He grabbed at my hips, thrusting up, driving his hard cock deeper into me.
It wasn't enough, I wanted more, I needed more. I wanted to touch and taste every inch of him. I wanted to devour him body and soul. I craved him.
"Less clothes." I said as I slid my hands up under his rumpled hooded tunic, it had already kind of scrunched up around his ribs during our scuffling but I wanted bare skin against bare skin. I wanted him completely naked. I needed it badly.
He raised himself up a bit, stopping the fucking thrusting for just a moment as I eased off his black, patchy tunic off his skinny shoulders and over his head. Once off, our faces were inches apart and I kissed him hard on the mouth, enjoying the feel of his surprisingly soft lips against mine. He kissed me back with unexpected eagerness, holding me tighter as his thrusting resumed with even greater vigour. He broke the kiss and said "Roll with me, I want you under me."
It took me a moment to process his words, too enraptured with the hard warm cock driving into my insides after such a long time but I eventually got the hint as he tried to angle me to the left with his body. I was heavier than him though so it wouldn't work without me helping.
I rolled with him and after some shared laughter at the failure since he slid out of me as we changed position; he drove his hard cock right back from whence it came. Our laughter ceased as his mouth took mine in a heated kiss as he pinned my legs with his hands and started to really fuck me. His cock digging in deeper than before as he had better leverage.
I clutched onto his neck and shoulders, enjoying the intensifying kisses and fucking, his hips were moving faster as he moved his cock in and out of me. His warmth, his hardness, his beautiful cock filled the emptiness within me like rain satisfied thirsty plants after a dry summer.
I craved him, I needed him to keep thrusting into me, to keep me happy and warm and to empty himself into me, in every way that mattered.
I broke the kiss to moan out "Please cum inside me, I need it. I fucking need it in me." Then I bit him on the neck, breaking the skin and drawing blood. Furtado was pleased. He tasted like sweat and blood and new notifications.
He cried out in wordless pain and pleasure and yet he obeyed, fucking me harder, slamming his narrow bony hips against me in a frenzy. "Fuck I'm cumming again. Fuck fuck fuck. UGH FUCK." He practically screamed in my face as his body seized up and his cock spurted into me.
Fuck I was so close to cumming but he stopped before I could, he slumped on top of me, blocking my access to my aching cock. I needed more fucking. Where were Felix and the others when I needed a good fucking gangbang?
The warmth that flowed in me was nice but nowhere close to being enough. I was way too horny to stop right there. "Could you get off me?"
"Oh sorry, that was really really hot." He said pulling out of me slowly, his cock drooping a little.
Once he was out, I turned about so my ass was up in the air, needing another fucking to finish me off. "Fuck me like this. I want to blow."
"I'm gonna need a minute to recover. I've shot twice already."
"Uuuuuuh" I groaned wordlessly, I would not be denied by mere human physiology, I needed cock and he would give it to me one way or another, I couldn't wait, I needed it right then and there. I reached into my spatial bag and pulled out a passion potion. "Drink this. I need you to fuck me now, so I can get off, pour some on your cock too for maximum effect."
"You are so strange."
"Yeah I know."
He took a sip of the passion potion and dribbled just a bit on his stiffening cock and shoved it back into my slickened hole. "Fuck, man. how are you so tight? I just fucked you, fuck."
"Fuck me, fuck me hard." I begged as I double handed my aching cock, he held onto my hips and just fucking fucked me so hard, I could feel my teeth rattling as he slammed into me so fast and hard.
"Is that what you want? You horny little freak."
"YES YES YES, Fuck me broken." I babbled, driven somewhat mad by lust and pleasure.
His cock felt so good after a long painful dry spell.
He ground me into the dirt, my face pressed against the cold grainy cavern floor, while I writhed in pleasure-pain as I stroked myself while getting railed.
"Fuck, I can't stop fucking you."
"Don't stop, I'm so close."
"OH LUMOS. Cum for me."
His invocation of Lumos, jabbed at my soul painfully but it somehow drove me over the edge. "Fuck I'm cumming." I blissed out as cum spurted out of my inflamed, red raw cock and a wave of pleasure washed over me, driving all reason and thought out of me entirely.
"Fuck, you're squeezing me. FUCK FUCK FUCK! Ohhh" He slumped on top of me, his cock pulsing as he pumped another smaller load into me.
"Thanks. I needed that."
"Mmm." He ran his hands all over my back, till he grabbed my ass with both hands. "I don't think I can stop. I need to keep fucking you." He muttered just below my ear, his head resting on my shoulder as he ground his cock into and around my hole. It felt good and familiar and like most nights back home when someone would usually fuck me to sleep.
"Fuck me as much as you want, I love it."
"Fuck. I don't even know your name." He said as his pace picked up and he started easing out and slamming back into me.
"I'm Lucious. Oh fuck. Don't stop fucking me, fuck me to sleep."
"Fuck Luc you're a beast. Fuck I'm fuck, I'm uh Kered." He said, his fucking getting faster and harder on top of me, clutching onto my shoulders as he rammed me again and again, pulling his cock nearly all the way out before slamming it back in for maximum impact.
"Nice to meet you. Uh fuck, you feel so good in me. Don't stop."
"You. Too. Feel so good. Fuck." He moaned/groaned as he pressed his palms onto my shoulders grinding me into the dirt, my left cheek pressed into the dirt as my nails clawed into the cold hard ground. My cock ached painfully, pressed roughly against the gritty dirt, it itched and scratched at my cock, feeling annoying and good alternatively.
We kind of stopped talking at that point, he bit me on the neck, biting deep as he just slammed his body into mine again and again.
All our humanity was lost to a mindless animalistic rutting. Time lost meaning, the boundaries between our two bodies blurred as our pleasure and pain rose and fell in rhythm to demonic lust.
He fucked me again and again until we passed out together, locked in carnal ecstasy.
The next morning I awoke to find myself cuddling Kered, having switched positions during the night, my stiff aching cock rubbing lengthwise against his hole, up and down his small butt cheeks. His tight puckered hole, presented a tempting target for my morning erection. It had been weeks since I fucked someone. I was overdue.
I rolled the sleeping Kered onto his stomach, he didn't even react, I grabbed onto his bony butt and pulled his cheeks apart to further expose his tight little hole to my hungry gaze. It would be hard to slam my stiff cock into his tight hole without some help. I grabbed the passion potion, it was half full and took a little sip, the drug's effect immediately shooting a sharp immediate need into my brain and cock. FUCK, want to fuck...
I dipped a finger into the passion potion, it was warm, causing my finger to tingle just a little, I rubbed some of the potion onto my stiff cock, causing it to get even more sensitive and eager to bury itself into a nice warm hole.
Fuck. I dove face first into Kered's butt, tonguing his tight hole, digging as deep as I could go.
Kered moaned in his sleep, raising his ass up to get more of my tongue into his hole. I took that as a sign to go further, to test the waters and see if I could open him up for more.
I dipped my finger into the quickly diminishing passion potion and pressed my slick finger against his saliva slicked hole and it sunk in with little trouble.
I stared at my finger for a long moment, one hand on my aching needy cock, the other bracing my inserting finger into a warm wet hole..
I wanted him badly, I wanted to fuck him till it broke him; mind, body and soul. I wanted him to be as desperate for my cock as I had been yesterday for his. I wanted to fuck him like an animal, to take him forcefully as my own, utterly ignoring his feelings in the matter.
The beast within wanted to fuck him, right then and there, he was vulnerable and open for it and I was so very ready but...
Fuck. I dipped a second finger into the potion and pushed that in along with the other. His insides clenched around my fingers as I moved them in and out with greater urgency.
Kered bucked against my fingers, I pulled both fingers out and pressed my stiff cock up against his hole.
I had to rein in the desire to just slam straight in. I wanted him to back up onto my cock. The anticipation was killing me, but it was glorious, I just wanted to push right in, I was so close to being in him and yet I wasn't. Bliss was just so close, one good hard thrust and I'd be there.
While I was lost in lust and the thought of fucking Kered as he slept. Kered woke up and turned to look at me and said with a scathing tone. "So you're planning on fucking me while I was asleep."
"Um no. Um. I was just um." I said, embarassed and scrambling for a good excuse, nothing was coming to mind, my cock was far too hard for coming up with a convincing lie.
"It's fine, it's not like it's the first time this has happened, just don't shove the whole thing in at once. Be gentle. It's been a while." He said wearily.
"Fuck yes. OF course." He had given half hearted permission but it was all I needed to cross the line. I grabbed a fistful of my cock and pushed into him, ignoring the resistance to drive the head of my cock into him.
"FUCK. You're big." Kered said, his body tense and still.
"Um sorry. Should I pull out?" I asked hoping he wouldn't want to stop. It was taking all I had just to avoid ramming myself all the way into him, he felt so warm and tight, squeezing my cock with a punishing but pleasurable grip. I wanted to fuck him so badly.
"No, just give me a moment, just stay perfectly still until I can get used to it."
"Sure whatever you say." I bit my lip. I wanted to fuck him, I wanted to pin him down and wreck his insides, I wanted to fuck him stupid, I wanted him to beg for me to stop and to just keep going. I wanted to break him, I wanted to leave him broken, with my cum dripping out of him.
The lines between me, the beast and Furtado was blurring, we all wanted to fuck, with the sane me struggling to slow the others down with promises that if they behaved, Kered would not only let us fuck him more than once, he'd show us the way out and we could have even more sex. Furtado responded in the primal kind of way, through images and impulses that boiled down to. "We're stronger than him, we'll fuck him till he breaks, then find the exit to the stupid forest and find even more guys to fucking break open and ..."
While I was wrapped up in my little psycho drama, Kered had started moving, just a little, teasing my cock with the rocking back and forth of his tight little hole. "You can move now, just not too fast."
My vision blurred and I took a firm hold of his shoulder with one hand while the other pressed down onto his right butt cheek. I sunk half my cock into him, holding myself back with great effort. "Fuck, you feel so good, I just want to pound your hole all day long." I was wheezing into him as I drove more of myself out of him and back into him. My control was slipping.
"Fuck. Fuck me, fuck me with your giant cock." Kered panted/pleaded, having been sufficiently seduced by sex.
I lost all control clutching onto his chest and shoulders, biting him as I drove my cock into him mindlessly "Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm cumming" I came too quickly, becoming boneless, buried all the way into him, pinning him beneath me in a violent hold.
"Fuck, that hurts. Get off me." Kered complained, pushing back, trying to forcefully remove me from on top and inside of him, with zero success.
I rolled off him, the haze of mindless lust lifting, my cock was slick with blood and disgusting gunk. "Sorry about that I kind of got carried away."
"Fucking bastard, I'm not going to be able to walk straight for a week now, you big cocked freak."
"Sorry."
"I'm gross now." he said rising to a half seated/standing position, his cock was stiff and leaking cum still, he'd soaked the ground beneath him with a morning load. I was a little saddened that I didn't get it in me but there was plenty more in him to get. "I need to wash up but I can't get up."
"I'll carry you." I grabbed his arms and legs, lifting him up, without too much difficulty, all that strength training really paid off.
"Wait!. What? No. Let me down!" Kered protested.
"Nope. You're all mine now, I've marked you," I said as I clutched him closer to me and raced off to the stream, the path of greying dying trees my guide. Kered was surprisingly light in my arms and really easy to carry.
"Fuck off you freak." He said, flailing his bony fists against my chest without much damage being done. I was too happy at the sexy company to mind his attempts at insults.
I dumped him into the stream, so he could clean up much to his discontent and I jumped in myself to rinse off too. We were both filthy from rolling around in the dirt and from our sexual escapades. I wanted to be clean.
I let the cool water ease the madness from my mind. I was always extra horny when I woke up. "Sorry if I was too rough with you." I said feeling a bit guilty about the lack of control but mostly I felt satisfied at having had multiple loads pumped into me and from the gain of a new ability [Dextrous Fingers]. It was good to slam my hard cock into someone again till we both exploded into bliss. I was eager to do so again as soon as possible, his tight hole felt great on my hard cock.
Kered had his back to me, half submerged, he really was skinny and his lower back was marked by small cuts and abrasions from our little tussle. It was a shame I couldn't see his tiny little butt or tight hole any more. "Whatever, wouldn't be the first guy to tear up my insides. Just remember payback is a bitch. Better sleep with one eye open."
I waded over to him, eager to make amends. "I really am sorry that I hurt you, what can I do to make it up to you?" I asked, wrapping my arms around him from behind, rubbing my hands over his skinny chest, enjoying the feel of his naked body against mine.
"Get that monster away from my ass for starters." He said struggling out of my grasp, turning around to face me.
I tried to ignore the childish thought that he had to look up to do so, he was half a head shorter than me and probably ten kilos lighter than me at least. He looked adorable angry, his eyebrows all scrunched up as he glared at me. I couldn't help myself I kissed his soft pouty lips and groped his stiffening cock. I broke the kiss quickly. "Will fucking me help?"
I turned around presenting my ass to him.
"It's not really payback if you want it but fuck it, I'm still horny."
He stuffed his stiff prick into my hungry hole and we quickly found a pleasing rhythm with me bent over, my hands on the river bank as he fucked me as hard and fast as he could. It could be considered angry sex but I didn't mind, I actually quite liked being treated roughly during sex. It made me feel dominated and like I lived to serve men, that I existed solely as a vessel to be filled with their warmth and cum...
It felt delightful, as his bony pelvis slammed against my backside with brutal enthusiasm, his fingernails digging into my skin as he drove himself to a messy finale inside me. His cock briefly thickening in release, filling me a little more with cock and cum.
It was just like home. Fuck I missed Felix's big cock in me and Minos and Fred and Dale and... fuck I wanted to be passed around a bunch of big cocked guys until I couldn't walk any more. It had been weeks since I had a good group session. I was desperate for more cock.
One hand reached for my stiff cock and the other squeezed my chest, painfully tweaking a hardened nub of a nipple out of a desire for more stimulation. Pain or pleasure, it didn't matter as long as it was intense enough to fill the emptiness within me.
Having just one cock inside me wasn't nearly enough. I needed to get back to civilisation, consequences be damned, I needed more cock, at least one in my mouth and one in the ass was the absolute minimum. Ideally I'd want two in both ends and a cock in each hand to really satisfy my craving for cock. It doesn't matter that I've yet to manage to deep throat two cocks at the same time. Alternating sucking on two cocks was also good in the meantime.
The thoughts of more cocks, was making me rock against the hard cock still inside me.
Once wasn't enough to satisfy Kered's morning wood or mine, his mindless lust was probably a result of the passion potion he absorbed through his rectum. It wasn't usually taken as a suppository but sometimes a little cross contamination happened during use as a direct stimulant. My lust was simply hereditary.
I didn't mind at all, meeting each of his thrusts with a moan of pleasure and a squeeze or a stroke or a kiss or a nibble or... Suffice to say, I took everything he could give me with great enthusiasm.
After another couple of orgasms up my butt, Kered was suitably exhausted and lazed on his back on the river bank, his feet half dipped into the water. I cuddled up to him, he made far better company than Roger or Furtado. I was half besotted with him, simply for being there with me, giving me what I so desperately needed, I liked his face, his skinny little body and his hard cock. I liked rubbing my hands over him.
"Does that thing ever go down?" Kered asked pointing at my still stiff prick.
"Sometimes but not when there's a sexy naked man around." I said trailing my fingers over to his rising cock.
He slapped my hand. "Enough already, I need a break, you pervert. Is this why you're out in the woods? You a nymph or something?"
"Or something." I said thoughtfully.
"I knew you were weird when I saw you fucking yourself with the horns from a Horned Rabbit but you're even weirder up close, though you are crazy fuckable."
"Thanks."
"So what's your story then? Lucky." He asked, his hand idly stroking my cock, ever so slowly. It seemed unfair that I wasn't supposed to play with his cock when he played with mine but his long dextrous fingers felt too good on my cock to complain out loud.
"Um are you sure I can't just ride your cock?" I asked somewhat desperate for more stimulation. I wanted him to take me again, right there, right then.
"Fuck you're so needy, fine just tell me why you're in the fucking woods by yourself you sex starved..."
I sat on his cock and started bouncing eagerly, enjoying the feel of his cock inside me as his soft fingers grasped my cock firmly, making it more erotic. I really needed to cum, I wanted to shoot my load all over him. "Um I want to be an adventurer but I have this condition that makes me kind of dangerous." I moved even faster on his cock, the combination of his soft hand, with his firm grip and his hard cock was getting me closer to the edge. "So I kind of uh wanted to um have some time alone to um oh work on it..." my hands pressed against his anemic chest as my movements hastened even more. "But I got kind of fucking uh lost and I kind of maybe lost my mind a little and fuck FUCK!!!!!!!!!!." I exploded for the second time that morning, spraying Kered's skinny frame with my sticky semen.
"Fuck." Kered muttered, his cock throbbing as he leaked another load into me. He pushed me off his cock, he looked a lot sleepier all of a sudden and crankier too. "How could you get lost? The city's like an hour that way," he said pointing West? (directions are hard for me)
"Really. Could you like escort me there? I'd pay you."
"Are you serious?" He asked getting to his feet.
"Of course, I really want to get back to civilisation, I need more books and um stuff." I trailed off as I noticed the untreated wound on his calf. I kind of forgot about it during all the sexing. "But first, I'll treat that for you." I said pointing at his wound gained from a protective Roger.
"You're a healer too? I've watched you with a bow and arrow, you seem like more of a hunter than anything even if you say you got lost."
"Yeah I'm technically an Alchemist but I've had some training with weapons." he gave me an odd look. "It's kind of a long story and depressing in parts and embarrassing in others."
"Well I guess it couldn't hurt, don't want it getting infected."
"Let's head back to the cave then, I've got medicine in there and some recovery potions too."
"You're well equipped for a nympho."
"I'm not a nymph." I said in protest. Nymphs tend to be female and are tenders of certain forests and survive only through the good will of certain males who are paid in sex. These males can be satyrs or just plain adventurers looking for a quick thrill, the nymphs aren't picky. They favour mates with a certain degree of strength as they tend to be fairly weak themselves. Their offspring tend to end up in Elven territories to bolster the Elven poor fertility rates. They're a weird species.
"If you say so."
We made our way back to the cave where I applied a salve for his wound to prevent infection and gave him a recovery potion to help close the wound faster. I also applied some tingleberry flavored salve into his backside to serve as an analgesic for the injury caused by my cock.
Judging by his grumpy face and soft cock, I didn't try and pound his tight hole again, despite how applying the salve to his velvety soft insides that clutched so invitingly around my fingers caused my cock to harden, throb and ache with lust.
To take my mind off the urge to pin him down and rape his ass over and over again, I asked him something I probably should have asked hours and hours ago. "So why were you trying to steal my stuff?"
"Yeah well as you probably guessed I'm a thief, I get experience for stealing stuff, I'm trying to get up to level 10 so I can upgrade to an assassin or a ranger so I can like get into a proper party. Being a low level thief makes it hard to level up inside dungeons and stuff."
"What level are you now??"
"Eight, my experience gain is slow, since I have trouble killing things with my daggers, I'm more used to using them for cutting purse strings, rather than throats and everything here is either too big or too fast to kill easily."
"If I help you level up will you get me out of here?"
"If you can help me get up to level 10, it's a deal."
Thieves had an odd class, they gained experience from thievery and from acts relating to thievery, such as detecting and dismantling traps.
Kered had targeted me, not just because I was the only person dumb enough to be alone in the forest but because I had things worth stealing and because I posed a danger to him.
Thieves gained more experience the more dangerous their mark was and in part from the worth of their loot.
I couldn't allow him to steal my stuff as it negated the danger and it wouldn't technically be theft at that point. It'd just be borrowing or gifting him items. The System/Voice of the World/God of Order could not be fooled or circumvented in such a way.
As Kered explained more about his class, his levelling requirements and his history, I understood why he was out in the forest. His party had not appreciated the fact that he stole from them in order to level up. (A thief couldn't just give back items as it would negate experience gain or in some cases cause experience loss).
They had reported him to the guard for stealing their stuff and he fled out into the forest to avoid punishment.
With his class specific skills of little value in this forest, it was time to make use of the other two types of experiences; General and combat.
We sparred for a bit, unarmed, which was mostly fist fighting and grappling, I may have taken every opportunity to grab and grope him during our tussles (I was still horny), while teaching him proper combat skills. This was followed by us sparring with daggers, which was far more dangerous for the both of us but it granted more experience as every moment with actual danger, heightened our perceptions, made us more careful and exacting with extra strike and counter strike.
After scoring several shallow wounds upon each other it was time to move on before we pushed our luck too far. There was also the fact that the longer we sparred, the less experience we gained, experience was best gained through novel and dangerous tasks. Diminishing returns was a common problem for adventurers, which is one of the reasons why adventurers move about a lot, looking for new monsters/threats to eliminate.
I treated all our wounds with salve to prevent infection, making use of the time to rub my hands all over Kered. Even though he was bordering on scrawny, he was just wiry and toned enough to make me frisky. It didn't hurt that his cock felt right lodged in my throat and that his warm seed was more than welcome in my belly and bowels too.
Next we hunted small game, with Kered around, I could explore new territory without fear of getting lost on the way. I served as bait, using Siren's call to lure in prey with Kered sneaking up behind the target and using [Backstab] on them. Backstab was a quasi assassin skill that required very specific circumstances to be used effectively. Essentially you had to stab someone while they were unaware of your presence, preferably somewhere vital, like their heart.
He had tried using [Throat Slash] an assassin skill that was considered an instant kill if done correctly but it was more difficult because it required high agility and dexterity to pull off. Kered had to wait till level 10 before he could pick Assassin as a class and he could only pick it if he had completed enough kills of unsuspecting victims to qualify for it. It was a difficult class to acquire as it required a lot of training or skill to kill those stronger, faster and objectively better than you.
It did seem a lot more appealing than being an Alchemist, a lot more exciting at least. Something to think about later, when I got to level ten.
It wasn't a completely one sided exchange as Kered gave me tips on making less noise and keeping my eyes out for obstacles and noise makers (like loose twigs and small crunchy rocks).
Kered was much more useful for hunting than Roger was, even if he required more food and upkeep. I let him practice with my bow and arrows on the trees and birds, which helped him gained basic mastery of archery, which meant he could hit the target one out of ten times. Still it gave some extra experience using an unfamiliar weapon and I got the chance to rub myself against his skinny little butt as I guided him in proper form and technique.
I still ended up the one clasping onto a tree as Kered drove his stiff hard cock into me from behind over and over again. Not that I minded at all but it would have been nice to have another go at his tight hole, open it up a bit more.
After a busy day training, teasing each other and getting to know each other a bit better, it was time to call it a day, Kered had hit level 10 from all the novel activities and hunting but I still had a way to go. We returned to the cave once it got dark, to avoid nocturnal predators. We made use of the time alone in a mostly secure area to chat about our lives before the forest.
I told him where I was from and a little about my history. Mostly about growing up in Alec's fancy manor and being routinely sodomized by friends and guards and guys in general.
Kered told me he was orphaned at a young age during a monster surge, the surviving members of his village came to town as refugees for safety and a new start. Sadly due to the fact that not many of the adults survived, there were simply too many children left to fend for themselves. Kered became part of a street gang, learning how to steal and survive on the streets, doing whatever was necessary to get by. It wasn't unusual for the younger boys to wake up with a cock up their ass, usually by older members of the gang. It was supposed to teach them to always be on their guards but was probably more of a way to relieve horniness and prove dominance than anything else.
After another dose of passion potion Kered fucked me to sleep, railing me in several positions and for quite a while and through multiple orgasms.
The next morning when I woke up naked, hard and horny, cuddled up to a naked Kered, it took far less effort and convincing to get back inside him. He had recovered from my last anal assault and he was far more assertive with my cock, taking hold of it with both hands and pushing me onto my back.
This time he rode my cock, controlling the speed and pace of our carnal union. It was blissful torture, resisting the urge to go faster and harder but after several fuckings the previous day, I wasn't as desperate as before. I could demonstrate patience and restraint.
After he came, from riding my cock, I was quick to follow, with a load up his clutching, clenching posterior.
After the requisite rinse and revenge fucking from Kered we got dressed and Kered escorted me to the edge of the forest and back onto the path to home.
I wanted him to come with me but he said he needed to keep a low profile for a little longer until the heat died off from his last thieving exploits.
I was disappointed to leave Kered and Roger behind but I was eager to get back to a town, maybe catch up with my friends again and see if Michael was available. Fuck just thinking about it made me horny for more sex. I gave Kered a long goodbye kiss, followed by some sucking of his cock, which led to me getting another fucking against yet another tree. With the path in sight, it made the sex even more thrilling as anyone could come by and see us at it. It didn't take long for either of us to blow, him blasting into me and mine ended up puddled against the tree's roots.
Afterwards I jogged back to the town, eager to get back to civilisation and more cocks.