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  Twist didn't find anything that interested her.

  They stocked up on potions at the apothecaries, getting Potions of Mild Angel Passion for healing, three for all the melee combatants, and Potions of Mild Angel Milk for Dëshoma and Kulri to restore their MP. Marcus snagged one of those for himself, too. Maria bought a Strengthened Potion of Aphounga's Wrath, remembering the efficacy that the wild potion had given her in the fight against Feverblight in Shuwëmeri's Temple. It had filled her with a fighting rage, boosting her Strength, and had helped win the day. Last, they purchased a Strengthened Potion of Ëshuxeri's Love for Dëshoma which would give her a short-term buff to healing.

  “All that's left is my armor,” Marcus said, an eager look in his eyes.

  * * / *

  I smiled as we approached the armor smith's shop. I could wearer bulkier gear, like the Warrior who had led me into an ambush a few hours ago. Everyone else in the party was strutting in their new gear, the women all looking sexy. I loved those thongs Twist and Maria were wearing, and Dëshoma's new top showed off those succulent breasts of hers.

  I swept into the shop and smiled. There it was. All that beautiful iron plate I would be donning. I looked around at it, so eager to find the perfect one. Out of the back marched a dwarven woman. There was no denying that the short, yet extremely curvy woman, was a dwarf. Her brown hair swayed about her round face. She came up to my mid-chest, her skin a beguiling shade of tan. Red eyes swept up and down me.

  “Well, look at you, boyo,” she said, grinning. “Someone's hit Level 10 and needs to upgrade to some better gear.”

  “You got something that's going to impress?” I asked, arching my eyebrows.

  “Batter than that ragged goblin piss you're wearing.” She flung her arms wide. “I have the best armor in all of Liberus. You won't find a better dwarven smith outside of Akzobroz.”

  Your eyes drift around and then you noticed, hanging on a plaque from one of the rafters overhead, is a large, golden dildo. It has words written on it in strange letters, but you can read them anyways. “Can you top my dick?”

  “Oh, ho, you think you're up for the challenge?” the dwarf asked, glancing up at the dildo. “Think you got what it takes to pleasure me better than that?”

  “I'm better than any dildo,” I told her. Not even a boast.

  “A human? I won't even let you try to please me.”

  “Won't even let me? I'm not even sure I want to.”

  She arched her back, her big tits jiggling in her breastplate. They were lifted up into a pair of gorgeous mounds. “Don't even claim you don't want to mine at my dwarven cave. But I never met a human with a prick worth my time, let alone that could challenge my dildo.”

  “Really,” I said. I reached up and grabbed it. “Dëshoma, use this. Tell me if it's better than me.”

  Chapter Five: Quest Accepted

  Dëshoma

  “Right here in the center of the shop, Lord Marcus?” the angelborn Cleric asked as she took the dildo from her lover's hand.

  “Don't pretend your pussy's not dripping,” Twist hissed, her arms folded beneath her large breasts.

  “Yes, yes, show us what you got,” Éjyona said.

  “Marcus?” Maria asked. “This is going a little far, don't you think?”

  “Oh, so you want to do it?” asked Marcus, glancing over at the redheaded human.

  Her cheeks went scarlet.

  “No, no,” Dëshoma gasped and snatched the dildo from him. She was as wet as Twist accused. “I do not mine serving thy commands, Lord Marcus. After all, thou art mine harem master and love of mine heart. If this rude and tawdry act will please thee, then I shalt perform it with all the skill I can.”

  “Someone just wants to cum,” Twist muttered to the halfling.

  “Don't you?” Éjyona said. “I don't know what that dwarf is whining about. Human cocks are amazing.”

  “You have been denied the pleasure of a dwarf's mighty pick,” said the armorsmith. She sat down on a stool, a leather seat stretched between a frame of wood. It looked like it could be easily folded up and transported. “Well, angelborn, try out my masterpiece. That's not just any ordinary dildo.”

  Dëshoma undid the ties holding her skirt tight about her waist. The purple fabric shimmered as it fluttered down her pale thighs, exposing the dainty panties that matched it. She hooked those with her fingers and pulled them off, bending over to slide them past her thigh-high stockings.

  Marcus and the rest watched her. She shuddered, exposing the trimmed, sapphire hairs that adorned her pussy. Her dew already flowed. She could smell the jasmine aroma of her passion. She shuddered and sank down onto her rump, the stone floor cold against her butt-cheeks. She gasped, her toes curling in her feathery heels.

  “Let's see your stuff!” Iris cheered. The pixie always grew so excited by sex, adding to the embarrassed heat flushing through Dëshoma.

  Everyone stared at her. All those eyes watched her with hunger in them. She swallowed and then placed the dildo's tip against her twat. Kulri's eyes stirred with passion, the tips of her ears twitching. Marcus licked his lips, a bold grin forming. Maria quivered, her thighs pressed tight while Twist's eyes were hungry. The halfling's hand slid beneath her loincloth, discretely masturbating herself.

  The dwarf watched keenest of all as she sat on her bench, confidence in her eyes.

  I cannot see how a simple, golden shaft could compare to Lord Marcus's most amazing member, Dëshoma thought. His cock was as thick and long as this toy.

  With everyone watching only inflaming her embarrassed excitement, she pressed the toy into her pussy lips. She gasped as her cuntlips spread around it. A shiver ran through her body. She quivered there, groaning as she pressed the toy deeper and deeper into her cunt.

  “It is... thick,” she panted. “And it glides in with a cool and smooth surface, Lady Dwarf, but I fail to see what is so spectacular about this unliving shaft. It doth not carry the warmth of life nor the exciting twitch of Lord Marcus's member when he is so deep within my nether's embrace.”

  “Oh, this is no ordinary dildo,” the dwarf said. “Uzkar!”

  The dwarven word echoed through the air and—

  The toy buzzed inside of Dëshoma's pussy.

  The angelborn Cleric gasped and bucked at the sudden stimulation humming against her pussy walls. Her head tossed back, her purple veil swaying about her features. Her face contorted and her halo glowed even brighter.

  Pleasure surged through her body. It was so different than anything she had felt, though she lacked a great deal of experience in the matter of physical love. Still, she trembled there, groaning, gasping, and whimpering.

  “It's a vibrator,” Marcus said.

  “You know about this?” the dwarf asked. “That's my own invention.”

  “They're all over my, uh, village,” he answered. “Women love them.”

  “I must confess, this is a wholly unique experience that is unlike the pleasure delivered by thine cock, Lord Marcus!” Dëshoma gasped. Her legs spasmed. Her breasts jiggled in the tight fit of her habit, her nipples threatening to peek out through the corners of the diamond cutout. “Oh, my. Oh, this is... This is delicious.”

  She worked the vibrating toy in and out of her pussy, trembling as it pleasured her in so many different and delightful ways. She bit her lower lip and whimpered. The bliss surged through her body. Her pussy clenched down on it, her heart beating wildly. The heat swept through her. She groaned, squeezing her snatch down on it as she pumped it away in and out of her pussy.

  It was such a unique delight. Her pleasures built and built as the toy hummed away inside of her pussy. Her moans echoed through the shop. They resounded back at her while she pumped the toy faster and faster.

  Everyone watched her.

  Twist stared with envy. Maria with interest. Iris buzzed around while Marcus had this confident smile on his lips. He wasn't afraid at all that she would love this toy better than him. Dëshoma shuddered a
s she stared into his blue eyes.

  Of course, he has no fear, groaned Dëshoma. For while this toy delivers such rapture upon me, it is still not the glorious joining of male and female flesh. This is, ultimately, a selfish act, not a selfless sharing of my body with Lord Marcus.

  Still, her orgasm built. She groaned, face contorting as she wanted that release. Ached for it. She plundered the toy to the depths of her pussy. She squeezed her cunt around it, drinking in the humming sensations.

  The dwarf wore a cocky grin. Kulri's eyes smoldered. Her breasts swayed as she wiggled her hips from side to side. Éjyona's loincloth twitched as she masturbated her pussy. Maria rubbed her hands across her flat stomach.

  “My Lord Marcus!” Dëshoma moaned. “This depraved and delicious toy is driving me towards mine most wanton and aching climax. Mine quim shalt quiver in fervent ecstasy around yon toy humming in my font.”

  “Enjoy,” he said.

  “Cum! Cum! Cum!” Irish cheered as she danced around the room.

  “Yes!” Dëshoma gasped.

  Her halo burst with light as her orgasm hit that wondrous peak. She gasped and shuddered, the pleasure surging through her body. Her pussy convulsed around the buzzing toy. Stars twinkled before her. Her veil rustled about her head.

  Juices coated her hand thrusting the dildo deep into her. She gasped, toes curling. Her body bucked through her bliss. She swelled towards that pinnacle of bliss. She hit the rapturous heights of ecstasy. She hung there, twisting the toy around inside of her.

  “Lord Marcus!” she gasped and ripped the dildo out. “Oh, Lady Dwarf, thine creation is a most wicked thing that has greatly pleased me.”

  “Of course it has, lass,” she said, pleasure in her voice.

  “But I am afraid, it doth not compare with mine lord's thick member. For though thy craft delivered unto me a great surge of wanton ecstasy, it doth lack that most vital component of love: mine partner. It remains a thing.”

  “Still,” the dwarf said, “not many men compare. Fine, human, prove to me that your dick is better than my creation. Unlike your priestess, I know how to use that toy to its fullest delights.”

  * * / *

  “Quest accepted,” I said and peeled off my armor. “Elf, help the dwarf out of her clothing.”

  “I can strip my own kit, boyo,” she said. “I don't need any tree-fucking elf to get sap all over my armor.”

  “But her sap is sweet,” I said. “Elf pussy is something to treasure.”

  Okzira burst into laughter. “I like you, Marcus.” She undid the straps of her breastplate on her left side with ease and peeled it off of her like opening a clamshell. Her large breasts spilled out, her dusky-pink nipples pierced by heavy, gold rings. Her breasts had a pillowy weigh to them, jiggling with her movements.

  I unstrapped my greaves, knowing I wouldn't be donning that set again. Then I bent down to unlace my boots. My dick was hard from Dëshoma's masturbation. She had performed the task I gave her with such delight. Finally, I attacked the laces of my leather pants. The dwarf eyed me, speculation in her eyes.

  “Ready to be impressed?” I declared, giving her a bold grin, my cock so hard.

  “Blow me away, boyo,” she cooed, a sparkle in her red eyes.

  I thrust down my pants. My cock sprang out. It bounced hard before me, twitching and throbbing. I savored the ache that ran down my dick. Gold flashed from the Cock Ring of Fertile Blessing that threaded through the glans.

  “Oh, my,” Éjyona groaned, the halfling rubbing her pussy faster beneath her leather loincloth. Her metallic-red eyes widening.

  “Not bad,” Okzira said. “Nice piece of equipment you got. Maybe you can handle my cave, but not as well as my toy.”

  “What do I get when I make you cum harder than you ever have in your life?” I asked, advancing on the sexy dwarf.

  She cupped her busty breasts and said, “I'll be your personal armorsmith. I'll craft for you. Make you such works that you'll weep.”

  “Deal,” I said and fell down before the leather seat she perched on. I pressed her thighs apart and smelled the rich scent of her pussy. A heady aroma. “Maria, I need the edge taken off. Do what you do best.”

  “I... Oh. That.”

  “You're the best at that,” I said. Maria had the Fellatio trait. She loved giving blowjobs and even regained some Hit Points when she did that. In addition, she was Submissive, which was why she obeyed my orders with such ease. It made her happy to serve a stronger man. That trait differed from Kulri's Masochist trait, which was why the elf craved humiliation and pain.

  “Edge off, huh?” Okzira said. “Afraid of my cave, boyo?”

  “I'm not afraid of any cave, dwarf or otherwise, but...” I grinned at her. “Dëshoma put on quite the show. It was stimulating.”

  “It heartens me that thou didst enjoy mine rude and vulgar pleasure,” my priestess said. She had the Adorable trait, so everything she did sounded cute and made me want to kiss her.

  But I had a pussy before me to tame.

  As Maria ducked her head down to suck on my pierced cock, I leaned my head into that delicious pussy. Juices beaded on the dwarf's thick, brown bush. I licked my chops, her rich scent growing stronger and stronger the closer I came to her twat.

  Her hairs tickled my lips and nose while Maria's mouth nuzzled into my cock. She kissed the slit, nudging my cock ring and twisting it. The moving gold band massaged the inside of my sensitive crown. Pleasure shuddered through me.

  I groaned into Okzira's pussy.

  The dwarf's thick juices coated my lips. Her silky hairs rubbed against my cheeks as I kissed up and down her twat. I stared up her busty form. She shuddered, those tits swaying. Her face was hidden, though. I couldn't read her expression.

  But I could hear the sigh of delight she made.

  I nibbled up and down her folds, loving their texture. They were thick pussy lips, her clit flat. I sucked on it and nibbled down her labia. She shifted, her thighs twitching beneath my stroking hands. I worked up and down her, teasing her, stimulating her.

  Making sure that I gave her the pleasure that she deserved to experience.

  As I did that, Maria licked all around my crown. She was taking her time, too. Teasing me. My balls swayed, the pleasure of her tongue rippling through my body. She felt incredible. Knew just how to lick me to send pleasure through me.

  Then she swallowed my cock. I sucked hard on Okzira's labia as Maria's lips slid over my spongy crown. My ring twisted. She swallowed my cock. Her tongue swept around it. My fingers dug into the dwarf's thighs as I groaned.

  “Well, boyo, are you going to mince around like an elf too afraid to go exploring?” she demanded.

  “Itching to feel my tongue or my cock plundering your cunt?”

  “You're just teasing me. Goblin's piss, I can get that from my feather duster.”

  “Just exploring the lay of the land,” I told her and dove in.

  I thrust into her pussy's depths. I soaked in the rich flavor of her cunt. It was a delight to taste. Better than any wine. Her silky hairs tickled my nose, cheeks, and chin. She gasped, her twat squeezing down around my tongue's probing depths.

  I fluttered around in her, inspired by the wicked things that Maria did to my cock. She sucked and swirled her tongue. She rubbed my cock ring against the roof of her mouth, twisting it around. The pleasure rippled through my body, inspiring me.

  Okzira shuddered. The dwarf's large breasts swayed over my head. She shifted, her face appearing over the shelf of her large bosom. She bit her lower lip and groaned, delight flaring in her red eyes. My tongue danced around in her, caressing her pussy walls. Then I fluttered around in her.

  “Now you're getting deep in me, boyo,” she groaned. “Ooh, work that tongue in my twat. Explore that juicy cave.”

  “Such a delightful one,” I groaned, my balls tightening as Maria sucked with hunger on my cock. She bobbed her head. “I can't wait to feel it tremble.”

  “You will,”
she groaned. “You can mine a pussy with a tongue, but the cock's what matters.”

  I winked at her.

  “He can mine my cunt whenever he wants,” whimpered Éjyona.

  “Yes, he can,” Twist said. “Care to eat my twat, sharpshooter?”

  “What's in it for me?”

  “Hot pussy.”

  “Sounds good!”

  I heard them shifting in the background. Twist hissed in delight as Éjyona took to feasting on my Thief. Having the halfling in the party was adding a delight. Kulri's breathing quickened while Dëshoma whimpered.

  “If you need more pleasure, Dëshoma, order the elf to eat out your cunt,” I growled.

  “Oh, no, I could not so churlishly order Lady Kulrigiizhai about merely to satiate mine own needs,” Dëshoma gasped.

  So adorable.

  “But if thou art willing, Lady Kulrigiizhai, would you permit me to eat thine pussy while you doth feast on mine juicy and quivering quim?”

  “I don't care,” Kulri said. “If you need to cum, I will help you.”

  “I greatly do.”

  “You have such interesting women, boyo,” panted the dwarf. “I see why they're with you. That tongue... Oh, yes, yes, you're going to get a flood of cream.”

  “Good,” I growled and thrust my tongue back into her pussy's depths.

  “Go, Marcus, go!” cheered Iris from above.

  Maria just sucked harder. Her skill was bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I groaned into Okzira's pussy. My tongue fluttered up and down through her folds. I found her clit and sucked on it while my right hand attacked.

  I plunged a pair of fingers into her pussy's depths.

  She gasped, her cunt squeezing down on my digits. Her tits heaved above my head and smacked together, obscuring her face for a moment. When it appeared, pleasure twisted across her features. I thrust my digits fast in and out of her pussy while my tongue fluttered over her fat clit.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. “Ehglizi's fat ass, yes!”