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
The cool water laps against my legs, soothing my muscles and invigorating my senses. The forest around me is alive with the sounds of the night, the rustling of leaves and the chirping of insects providing an entire symphony.It only takes a few seconds before I bend down and take her mouth again. This time, I don't hold back as I thrust my tongue deep inside her mouth, making her whimper and giggle.When I finally break off the kiss, I grin widely at Bree’s captivating and mischievous expression."I've been thinking about what you said," she says, her voice husky and seductive. "And I've come to realize you were right. We don't have to fight; we can take turns. It'll be fun and challenging. Fucking can be a competition.” Bree pulls away and climbs out of the water and onto me as if I were a tree. “My turn.”She presses herself against me, wrapping her legs around my waist and staking herself with my cock. With one fluid motion, I'm fully engulfed in her warmth and tightness, our bodi
Bree and I walk through the forest, surrounded by tall trees and dense undergrowth. Bree leads the way with a confident stride, her daggers neatly tucked at the small of her back. Meanwhile, I follow behind her, trying not to trip over roots or branches."Are you sure we're going the right way?" I ask, trying to keep up with her. Bree looks over her shoulder and grins. "Relax, David. I've been wandering through the woods since I was a kid. Forests are like a second home for me. We'll be fine as long as we don't go poking our noses where they don't belong."I groan. "Great. So much for my plan to stick my nose into every creepy-crawly hole we come across.""Just follow me and I’ll keep you out of danger,” Bree says with a wink. "I'm a master of avoiding danger. I once outran a pack of wild llamas."Bree raises an eyebrow. "Llamas? What are those?""Real vicious animals. You don't want to mess with those guys. They'll rip your face off.” My joke falls flat, and I sigh. "What other kin
As we approach the witch's lair, Bree's steps slow, and I can feel her unease growing. "Are you sure about this, David?" she asks, her voice low.“Relax, Bree.” I shrug. “What can go wrong?”[Pretty cocky for someone without extra lives… Just saying]“You haven’t thought about getting cursed?” Bree asks, amazeement in her voice. “That’s a possibility when you meet with a witch, you know?”“Nope, haven’t thought about it.”“David, are you a dimwit or what?”I lean to her ear. “I may be a dimwit, but I have great charm and a super-duper cock, won’t you agree?”I slowly bite her earlobe before turning around on my heels and heading to the witch’s lair. Glancing back at Bree, I see her following me, still looking troubled. I say, "Ugh, can you wait out here for a bit?"Her eyes narrow, and she folds her arms across her chest as she stops. "What? Why?"I shrug. "I don't want to offend her or anything. What if she's flat-chested? You'd only antagonize her."As she looks down at her tits a
The witch nods to a table behind her, and I walk over to it and grab one of the chairs. It creaks loudly under my weight, and I know she's heard it when she turns to me again.She takes a seat on a large, old throne-like chair, watching me with amusement."I need your help," I say, my voice cracking slightly.She arches an eyebrow. "My help? And what makes you think I would help the likes of you?"How should I start? The Weaknesses Insight mentions a soft spot for flattery and compliments. "Well, I've heard that you're the most skilled and powerful magic wielder in these lands," I say, laying it on thick. "Your reputation precedes you, Ethel. And you, well, you're simply stunning. Your beauty is legendary." I give her my best charming smile, hoping it will work.“You’ve started out well.” Ethel leans back in her chair, a small smile playing on her lips. "But you have to raise your skills in flattery. This cheap nonsense will get you nowhere, David."I inwardly curse myself for not go
While I watch Bree walk away, System’s voice buzzes once again inside my head.[This is the perfect moment to update you about your stats]Is it though?[Here are the updated stats for user David Mcconnell]Women fucked: 2Women satisfied: 2Blowjobs received: 5 Blowjobs given: 3 Orgasms inflicted: 10 (+2)Highest time lasted: 147 minutes and 48 secondsTotal sexual encounters: 5 (+1)[One active side task still in progress: Fuck Sasha][Main Task: Become the king of Zhenaria]I’d prefer to have my old stats back, but it is what it is I guess. I walk back inside the cabin and find Ethel laying in bed in a seductive pose. She changed her clothes, now wearing a silky red nightgown that barely covers her curves. The sight before me nearly takes my breath away. The red lace lingerie she's wearing is enough to make any man weak. She's propped up on her elbows, her long hair cascading around her shoulders like a dark waterfall. Ethel's gaze meets mine, and a sly smile spreads across her