I hope my proposal doesn’t creep her out. There are implications to things she might not want to hear or do, especially with a stranger. But when she looks at me with those sparkling green eyes, there’s hope and excitement matching my own and coursing through the air like a comet. It has me smiling in return.“Luck against bad luck?” Sasha hesitates for a moment before nodding. "Yes, you can try. But please, be careful. I don't want anything to happen to you. The curse cast upon me has tremendous power."I reach over and take her hand in mine. She looks startled by this sudden display of affection, but I squeeze her hand reassuringly.“You're a good person, Sasha. Whatever happens, it’s not your fault. I’m a grown man and can make my own decisions. Remember that. Besides, it's good to have a little thrill in my life once in a while.” I think again at my +1 life acting like a safety net. “And don't worry. I wouldn't risk my life on only a hunch.”As she gives me a side nod, her braid
The storm, as it seems, has intensified even further, and the howling wind has become deafening even within the confines of the house. Such is the ferocity of the storm that the furniture is shaking and the windows are rattling ominously. A gust of air screams like a pack of angry wolves, and the rain comes down in sheets, pounding against the wooden walls like an army of tiny fists. The sound of thunder rolls through the air like an earthquake as the world outside seems to be taken into chaos. As the storm rages on, neither Sasha nor I pay any attention to the weather as we spend our time exploring the realm of her fantasies. Lying in bed on her back, Sasha has her eyes closed as her hands are busy: one is tracing around her nipple while the other has moved down into her baggy pants to play with her hungry cunt. I stand beside her, my cock stirring within its confines. Her moans and noises of pleasure only make my excitement grow.But nevertheless, I have to leave her for a momen
Peeling paint reveals the wood underneath the old white layer right in front of my nose. I raise my hand high, preparing to let out a mighty rap, when suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, it hits me: I’ve died, and I’m yet again knocking at Sasha’s door. I stare at the shabby door as if the whole thing might just collapse over me into a pile of dust and termites. It's like waking up from a dream where you think you're flying, but then suddenly remember you're really just lying in bed with your arms flapping like a chicken. So I pause mid-knock, my hand hovering awkwardly in the air, looking like a startled squirrel caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.From my perspective, just seconds ago, I was beyond the old wooden door of Sasha's house, shoving my cock into her cute little mouth. I click my tongue in annoyance at the thought that never happened. Sure, I could go that route again, but I won't. I don’t have another life stashed away. The same noise that attracted me the fi
I go round the house and glimpse upon Sasha’s workshop.I can't believe I'm back to square one! Well, at least I know what to expect this time around. As I approach the shack, I can already smell the musty scent of earth and stone. And there she is, Sasha, hunched over her workbench, surrounded by glowing rocks arranged in intricate patterns.I stride closer, the gravel crunching loudly under my boots. I don't want to startle her, but I can't help my curiosity. I mean, the last time I saw her, this freaking goddess in the sky was giving me a blowjob. Ugh, that reminds me that System hasn’t updated my stats… again…[Your last sexual encounter never happened, daddy]Sasha turns around as soon as she hears me, her emerald eyes meeting mine. Her dirty-blonde braid falls over her shoulder, and I can't help but notice her delicate features and perfect lips. I clear my throat, trying to hide the fact I've been staring at her for too long. I need to keep my game on point, similar to the firs
It took me two days to reach Bannockburn, in the Kingdom of Tarsys, Sasha’s hometown and the place where she’d gotten cursed. This seemed the only place where I could find some answers and a lead on the magic wielder who can undo the curse. I’ve talked with villagers but no one has seen Ethel, the so-called witch. I had to bribe a few townsfolk just to talk with me, so my pocket is feeling the pain. But I need to find Ethel. And fast. It would be a real shame to never get to fuck Sasha. I mean, that would be like a real tragedy. I'm sitting at a dingy table in a crowded tavern, surrounded by books and parchments. I'm trying to figure out where the witch who cursed Sasha lives, but so far, my research has been about as helpful as a chocolate teapot.As usual, I'm nursing a mug of ale, but this time, I'm not enjoying the bitter taste of the brew. I've given up on trying to hide my hunger from others. What I yearn for is something quite basic, yet so elusive— a juicy slab of roasted b
I trek through the dense forest, clutching onto the map that was handed to me in the dingy tavern. The trees tower above me, blocking out the sun and casting shadows that seem to stretch on for miles. I thought I was prepared for this adventure, but boy was I wrong. The sweat is pouring down my face, and my backpack feels like it's about to burst at any moment.It's hot and humid, and the ground beneath my feet is soft and spongy. A light drizzle begins to fall, making the leaves on the tree branches sway and bounce. The constant dripping makes my nose itch and forces me to wipe my forehead repeatedly. I stop just for a moment to check there are no purple clouds. In the meantime, the drizzle stops entirely and the sky clears up, leaving the sun to shine brightly once more. The forest remains quiet. No birds sing, no animals rustle in the underbrush, and no insects buzz. It's eerily silent, save for the occasional drip of water from a nearby leaf. A strange noise catches my attentio
I pass through another clearing before coming to a small creek running along beside me. The water flows swiftly, and its current seems too strong to cross. I look around for a bridge or another way across. Nothing.I pause and re-examine the map, trying to get an idea of where I am. The map is confusing me more than ever, but if I had to guess, I'd say I was somewhere south of the New Forest. The witch's lair should be close, but there are no landmarks on the map to guide me.As the sun starts to dip below the horizon, I realize I’m hopelessly lost. I look around, taking in the dense trees and the eerie silence that hangs over the forest. It's then that I hear a faint rustling noise behind me. I spin around, fists raised, ready to fight off whoever— or whatever— is lurking in the shadows.But to my surprise, it's just Bree, emerging from the trees with a sly smile on her face. "Well, well, well. Look who's lost."I roll my eyes. "Haha. Very funny, Bree."She chuckles. "Don't worry, I
As the fire crackles and spits molten embers, the orange glow casts a warm light on Bree's face. Her dark hair frames her sharp features. Her thin upper lip gives her an air of authority, even when she isn't speaking. Her gaze is locked upon me, and I'm afraid to look away. Bree has been haunting my dreams ever since that night in the cave. And now, here she is. In front of me. With the same lustful eyes she had that night. But today, her beauty comes with something else— a different kind of heat. Like we're two pieces of the same puzzle. It's a feeling that terrifies me, and yet I want it more than anything. The shadows dance across her skin, and her blue eyes sparkle in the firelight, reflecting the flickering flames as she moves closer to me. Despite the sweat and dark blood that covers her, she's still stunningly beautiful, her full breasts heaving with each breath she takes.Without a word, she walks past me, her fingers trailing lightly across my arm as she goes. I can't help