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
Ethel’s weight delightfully presses against my erection, which painfully grows by the second. “Something here pokes at my butt cheek.” With a sly grin, she slithers a hand inside my pants. “I have to see what’s bothering me.”The witch’s innocent excuse earns a chuckle from me, followed by a groan of pleasure as her finger traces the outline of my hardness. Her fingers stroke up and down my shaft, causing my hips to buck involuntarily, almost forcing my cock from her grip. Her fingertips slide over the tip, rubbing sensuously against it. Ethel moans. "Oh my, this is much bigger than I expected."My cock twitches from the excitement of hearing those words. But I won't allow myself to lose control; not yet. With a smirk, I reply, "It's not fully up yet. I thought you'd seen my cock before with your bird."“He watched you and your friend from a distance. I couldn’t make out much about your length.” I pull my head back to look at her, my lust overwhelming my common sense. “Do I measu
I can’t even remember when was the last time I had a sixty-nine; it was probably a while ago. The sensation is so overwhelming, I can barely think straight. My hands grasp her hair tightly, tugging her head downward. Ethel goes into a frenzy, keeping pace with my thrusts as my cock slides between her lips. The heat and wetness of her mouth are to die for. Her tongue is like a velvet ribbon that glides over my shaft even at this increased speed. It's so intense, I grow dizzy and wonder if I'm going to cum before I can even enjoy it. If I do, I'll have a boatload of semen to gorge down her throat. Maybe I’m just getting carried away… It feels like I’m forgetting something important…With a lot of effort, I manage to clear my mind and concentrate on my doubts. What if I please Ethel and she still won’t help me with Sasha’s curse no matter how I perform? I try to slow down, but Ethel keeps up with me, bobbing her head vigorously on my length. She is so insatiable, I can hardly contai
I head back inside the cabin, hoping to find something to distract the witch for a while. I need to find a way to make Ethel regret what she's done to Sasha, and the iron nails might just be the key to doing it. Those, or my belt buckle. I told Bree to wait outside and make it seem like she’s leaving. When she’s far enough away, she’ll count to ten and then come back. While I mess around with the witch as a distraction, Bree sneaks around and collects the nails. My mission is to keep Ethel occupied for a while so Bree can pass unobserved. But what should I do about the raven? Pocketing the nails inside my pants, I take a deep breath and enter the cabin. I glance at Corvus, who is still perched on his wooden slab. The bird is indeed lurking around, eyeing every inch of the house and out the window, but nothing more than that. Maybe I can distract him somehow. But when I step closer to the bird, Corvus flies off the slab and lands on a nearby table. Its eyes follow me as it cocks it
Totally powerless and under my control, the almighty witch Ethel sits on the floor, her back pressed against a wooden beam. Wrapped around the beam, my belt holds her hands together, the iron buckle touching her wrists. A few nails are protruding from the wood, sticking out around her hands. I’ve placed them in such a way as to not harm her, just to touch her enough to make sure she doesn't move. I have to admit, I don't feel like the greatest person right now. I've never liked mistreating women, no matter the circumstances. But Ethel is a perfect example of why exceptions exist. She looks small and vulnerable, but also intensely sensual. She's trembling slightly, and her lips are pursed, trying to show us her indignation. Her nightgown is ripped open over her chest, exposing her pale, soft tits. The red outline dotting her tattoos seems to sparkle brightly under the candlelight. Her legs are parted, no shyness in letting us see her cunt through the red lace. I take a step toward