Marie stared at Gerald with her eyes begging for more than just his dick down her throat. She was dripping so much saliva, his massive cock was going too deep. There was a rumour about him getting a blessing from the god of dick?
'No, that's not right', she thought. 'Of… of… I can't think straight.'
He finally pulled his cock out and pulled her face closer to his. An animalistic smile replaced his ever-stoic expression. Sure, he had wanted to see a different side of her, but she also saw a different side of him. What a beast!
The next thing he did shocked her. He stuck out his tongue and licked her face, tracing her tear drop from her chin upwards, stopping just below her left eye. Then he spun her around and took a position behind her.
Her pussy was already dripping, wet as a fountain. Gerald held both her wrists behind her with one of his and in one swing of his hips, he thrusted deep into her. It was tight but too slippery that he had to hold that position for a while.
Going deeper, he thought, 'This might be as good as a goddess' pussy.' He pulled back and slammed into her for the first time. She howled so loud, a passer-by would think an opera singer was performing.
"Fuck! You feel too good. This is going to be one of my best nights ever," he said with a smirk.
Plop! Slap! Clap! Clap!!
The repeated strokes were pushing Marie's whole body forward. Her wrists were bruising, and she was moaning loudly, taking all of him, she could feel it… She could feel his cock going past her cervix into her womb. It was supposed to hurt but it didn't.
'Is there some kind of enchantment on this man's dick?' The girls he had fucked who talked about him were not doing this man… this animal… justice. He filled her up so much, forcefully driving his rock-hard cock deep and fast. So fast that she thought she was going to rip in half and yet, she only felt pleasure.
As a matter of fact, she was feeling the pleasure build more and more, going past the limits, overwriting the memories of any guy she had taken in the past. Any guy? Her boyfriend! She had a boyfriend.
"Did you… urghh… use a… mind-control charm… arghhh… on me?!" she asked between strokes.
"Why will I need to do that? I do have a passive mind effect on women who already want me though," he replied with a grin. Then he leaned forward to get his face closer to her ears and put two fingers in her mouth. She thought she had taken all of him-boy, was she wrong. She felt him getting harder and harder.
Then he said in a low, deep, sexy, villainous voice-straight into her ear, "You lost all reason when I asked to fuck you because you wanted to. It wouldn't have worked on any woman who didn't want me," she held her breath as more tears welled and came down her face. She was already seeing a blur.
He leaned back and said, "Do you feel me getting harder, Marie?! This is my curse! Your body is mine now." He thrusted faster again. She couldn't say anything and even if she could, there was nothing to say. It was her fault for always thinking about this man even when she had a…
He pulled her out of her daze when he spun her to face him without pulling out. The feeling of her pussy coiling around his cock, gripping with all her strength. He smiled, "You don't want to let me go even after what I revealed to you?"
This was the true nature of the women of this world. Nothing matters as long as you plug their hole. He had thought at a point that she was different but here she was, eyes rolled back and her tongue out, dripping saliva like a dog. A true bitch in her natural habitat. His cock.
But was Holly like that, as well? He had tried his charm on her once, but she just took it as one of his jokes. She didn't think about him the way he thought about her. She didn't crave him. She didn't want him that way. He was just a…
"GERALD! PLEASE… I'M GOING… TAHHH! …DIE!"
His hips were moving fast, and she was hanging on the air with just his rock-hard dick holding her up as she kept getting multiple orgasms. He had unconsciously gripped her hands to tight and cracked her wrists. His eyes widened but then replaced with a blank stare and dropped her. She was writhing on the ground in pain.
He towered over her, fists clenched, his pupils dilated and dark like there was no life in his eyes. "Gerald?" she asked with terror written all over her face. If she could, she should have ran right there and then. He would catch her but even with that, her legs couldn't move right now. They lost life a while ago already. She couldn't even lock her legs around him.
Then she said something he didn't expect, "Come to me, ravage me, break me and fix me after."
"Fix you! There is no fixing you!"
He dove right back in with her laid down there on the floor. The girls working in the guild had an enchantment to grant them durability from clients who try to hit them or something so when the sound of the smashing got louder and cracks were forming under her, she was still durable enough to take him. A normal human woman would have probably died from… She came again.
She couldn't count how many times she had cum from this man's relentless assault, but she knew he was about to. He was dragging her bruised back across the floor that was slippery and wet from their sweat and her juices.
Just when her head touched the door that led to the roof, he convulsed and gave one final deep thrust into her vagina. He came. He filled her womb to the brim.
She was gasping for air, convulsing, writhing, her body had taken so much damage that she would need to be in the clinic for days. But the satisfied smile she had on her face won over her worries that she would lose her job over this.
Gerald sighed and got off her, walked over to his pants and brought out a potion container like the one he used before the fight with the mantis. He poured it in her mouth and said, "You'll be fine in a few hours. Let me hold you."
She looked at him with her disheveled face. An expression of shock, shock that he had asked her for her body's embrace after taking the body by force just a moment ago. She opened her broken arms and allowed him lo lay his head on her chest.
A few seconds later, he was fast asleep.
The next morning, Gerald strode into the Repository. The mid-day sun was kinder than the moons, but the hall was just as busy. Adventurers, merchants, and guild staff hurried about, their voices a low, constant hum. He scanned the room, his eyes passing over the tables and the quest board, looking for a familiar head of red hair. Not Holly, but her damn brother.
He approached the main counter. Marie was there, just like always. The massive-breasted blonde elf with green eyes and pink lips looked up at him with a bright smile, one clearly designed to make clients like him feel welcomed. The practiced, professional smile.
Gerald couldn't help it. A small, knowing smirk touched his own lips.
Marie's practiced smile wavered. Her eyes widened, just for a second, and a dark blush flooded her cheeks, disappearing up into her hairline. She immediately broke eye contact, looking down at her papers and becoming intensely interested in sorting a stack of parchments.
'So, she remembers,' he thought, his smirk widening. He didn't say a word, just walked past the counter and headed towards the tables in the back, the ones usually reserved for guild veterans and… treasurers.
James was sitting there, nursing a tankard of what was probably very weak ale. He looked up as Gerald approached, his expression as sour as ever.
"You're late," James said.
"I'm fashionable. There's a difference," Gerald replied, pulling out the chair opposite him and dropping into it. He kicked his boots up onto the table, earning a scowl from James. "So, what's so important you had to pull me from my well-deserved rest? Don't tell me you're already tired of counting beans and want to hunt something."
James pushed his boots off the table. "Don't be an ass. And keep your voice down." He leaned in, his voice dropping. "I heard about the Coalmantis. Good work. The farm-holds are grateful."
Gerald leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his head. "It was nothing. Just a pregnant bitch with a flair for interior decorating. You know, illusions. Threw a few rocks at me, I cut her head off. Fitz grabbed the eggs. Easy money."
"Just like that, huh? 'Cut her head off'," James said, a rare flicker of respect in his eyes. "You always did make it sound easy. You're lucky you didn't run into the male."
"Lucky, skilled… same difference." Gerald shrugged. "But you didn't call me here to tell me I'm good at my job. I already know that. What's the deal?"
James sighed, rubbing his temples like Gerald's presence alone gave him a headache. "It's a job. A… sensitive one. Escort duty."
Gerald groaned. "Escort duty? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm a monster hunter, James, not a fucking babysitter for some rich merchant who's afraid of bandits. Pass."
"It's not a merchant. And the pay is two hundred gold coins."
Gerald paused. He slowly put his feet back on the floor. "Two hundred? For an escort mission? Who's the package? The Archon himself?"
"Close. The Prime Minister," James said flatly. "The PM has been in Killedge for a week, meeting with Archon Duncan. They're returning to the capital tomorrow, and the Archon wants a… supplemental security team. Someone unofficial, but effective."
"Two hundred gold for a two-day trip to the capital…" Gerald stroked his beard, his mind racing. 'That's insane pay. Inflation must be hitting the nobles hard… or the road is that dangerous.' "Why not just send the city guard? Or your own little guild-rat-pack?"
"The guard is already providing the official escort. This is… a contingency. The roads have been quiet, too quiet. The Archon is nervous. He wants a team that can handle… well, anything. He wants you, Gerald. God knows why."
Gerald scoffed, leaning back again. "He wants me? After that mess with the Vampire kingdom? I'm surprised he hasn't banned me from the city."
"He knows you're a battle-crazed maniac," James said, echoing his sister's words. "But he also knows you get the job done. And you owe him for that wall."
"I saved their entire fucking kingdom! A wall is a small price to pay…" Gerald grumbled. He pretended to think about it. "Two hundred gold is good… but the capital is boring. All those nobles with their sticks up their asses. And I'll have to wear a nice shirt. I don't know, James…"
James stared at him, his expression unreadable. He took a slow sip of his ale. "Fine. I'll find someone else. I'm sure Fitz would appreciate the payday, though. Holly is leading the main guild team, of course."
Gerald, who had been about to stand up, froze. He sat back down, slowly. "Holly? My Holly is going?"
James's eyes narrowed. "Your Holly? And she's my sister, you prick. And yes. As town treasurer and one of the guild's best, she's overseeing the Archon's contribution to the security detail. Why?"
A slow smile spread across Gerald's face. "Well, well… why didn't you say so? A chance to protect the lovely treasurer and the Prime Minister? How could I refuse?" He slammed his hand on the table. "I'm in!"
The suspicion on James's face was immediate. "You're in? Just like that? A second ago you were complaining about wearing a shirt."
"A man can change his mind, can't he?" Gerald said, trying to look innocent. "Besides, you said it yourself. The Prime Minister is in town. This is a big opportunity for me. A chance to… you know… form a connection. Make some friends in high places. An adventurer can't just be about swinging axes, James. You gotta network."
James looked at him like he had just grown a second head. "Friends… in high places? You? Gerald, the only 'high places' you care about are a barstool or a brothel's second floor. What are you really playing at?"
"Ouch, James. That hurts," Gerald said, putting a hand over his heart. "Here I am, trying to better myself, become a respectable businessman, and my own best friend mocks me. Tsk, tsk."
"You're full of shit."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, old man," Gerald laughed. "So, two days to the capital. Fitz coming?"
"You know he is. You two are a package deal of idiocy and property damage. Is that going to be a problem?"
"Yeah, of course… It's just us two now, isn't it? Ever since you all decided to live boring lives."
"My 'boring life' involves a warm bed and a wife who doesn't try to kill me every morning I come home drunk or covered in blood. You should try it," James retorted.
"Nah, I like the danger. Where's the fun in 'safe'?" Gerald stood up, stretching his arms high above his head, his muscles straining against his shirt. The patrons at the next table, a group of young female adventurers, watched him openly. He gave them a wink.
James just rolled his eyes. "Be at the main gate tomorrow. Sunrise. And Gerald?"
"Yeah?"
"Try… try not to pop anyone's cherry at the Prime Minister's after-party. Or unleash any dragon queens. Just… for two days, try to be normal."
Gerald laughed, a loud, barking sound that made heads turn. "You ask the impossible, James. But for two hundred gold, I'll see what I can do."
He turned and walked away, whistling a cheerful tune. A trip to the capital… It had been a while. Two days on the road with Holly Winters. Two hundred gold. This was going to be fun. He was an adventurer after all.
'Let's go on an adventure then.'