Corey came out of slumber earlier than he was supposed too. He used the moment to check the scroll for the nearest place they could get too. The game of the Lock keeper was tasking, and with the amount of creatures, cities, states and kingdoms, the game was made to be impossible for someone to truly complete. You begin the game with no food. You have to get a quick quest or you character dies and you're forced to start all over. Doing the same thing until you actually move up a level. He could consider himself lucky if his ambitions weren't pushing him towards doing the almost impossible. In the scroll where a list of states and the fruits they had. The nearest one to the Yonko village."Zeganya- am I pronouncing this right? What is this place?"NewAge: BAD LANDS. THE HOME OF THE OUTLAWS. "Perfect!"NewAge: HOW?'I can practice my new abilities there. And we're looking for a lily fruit. Sounds adorable.'NewAge: IT IS A SMALL WHITE FOREST CHILD.Horror flashed over Corey's face. '

"Rise and shine ladies. Clean up and get dressed, we're on route to the Centrons home land.""WHAT?!' Verosika sprung up, her hair messed and eyes widening like a mad woman. "No no no no no." She tossed the blanket, and practically tripped her way over to Corey. "What's the problem?"Verosika gripped the waistband of his pants. "The Centrons are mad smart. We'll never get a fruit past them." Her fingers drifted off to his belt, Corey wore jeans for once in contrast to his usual sweatpants. He brushed her hands away, and crouched. "I'll give you a taste of me if you promise to trust me and leave the questions in the dust bin."Verosika's face went from wild to composed on the seconds after Corey uttered those words. "Well, when you're speaking my language. How I can refuse." She beamed. "I need to wear something for this." She faded into a shadowy figure and slithered away from Corey. He noticed the other women were frowning at him. All but Yumiko, who had no clue what Centrons wer

Corey tossed the bag over his shoulders. He waved his hands at the women, taking a huff of the mist clouding the air before pulling his mask over his face and jumping off the boat. NewAge gave him instructions to get to a cave that would lead him past the orcs main guards. Corey needed to find an orc that he could pay to help him. He snickered a laugh in his head. Paying one would have been a nicer idea than manipulating an orc into thinking the Centrons were about to do something horrible. That could stir up war. It could destroy two very good societies, that might have been living next to each other in blissful Harmon. Did he care about yany of that? Absolutely not. He wanted one thing, and that was the fruit from the dryad. He had thought about initially asking an orc to do it for him. Why create a beef between two people when you can just get one person to do the job? The answer to that was simple. Orc aren't precise. If they are able to survive all of the dryad's torrid attack

Corey didn't get the chance to process what the warning meant when he heard the sound of gulping, and his still erect cock popped audibly from Borba's mouth. The orc stared him, the taste melting on her tongue. Borba shook her head, feeling her desire turn into something much more dangerous to her mind. And body. Her wetness grew more. Corey tasted in a way she couldn't describe, but it left a funny feeling in her stomach that made her want to pounce on him and not let go until she was satisfied. Borba drew her gaze downwards, she had the taste she had been craving and it left her without satisfaction.As her eyes lingered on Corey's hard purple shaft, she realized that the initial hunger of her heat was nothing compared to the burning need she had for her mate. Corey struggled for breath, once he was sure his eyes wouldn't cross in two different directions, he parted them.His sexual charisma came with its own Viagra. Like Corey had initially mentioned, he can last for as long as

By the time the boat arrived, Corey had three of the fruit. He was standing in the middle of Misha and Borba. Misha couldn't phantom why she agreed to leave her home turf with a man she just met, and Borba had bid her brother goodbye.The same brother who threatened to cut a hole in Corey's throat if he ever hurt his sister. The orc then realized he was worrying for the wrong reason, and instead gave Corey advice on how to hide if he ever angered Borba. Corey liked the king. He was sharper than he looked. And he adored Borba's strength. She would only be with them for twelve months before she had to return. Unless, as the king had told, Corey married her. With no official marriage, and nothing but a mating mark, then he couldn't release his greatest warrior. Pamela, Eleanora, Verosika, and Yumiko, were ecstatic when they saw the shadow silhouette of Corey. Pamela flashed a light as the boat drew nearer, to be sure they weren't heading towards the wrong person. She frowned, seeing a