WANDERLUST IV

by Misty Vixen

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WANDERLUST

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WANDERLUST III

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This novel encompasses episodes eighteen through twenty one of Wanderlust, the bonus short from Collection Eight, and the short story “A Romp in the Forest” from Quickies: Wanderlust.

I’ve also written 6,500 words of new content for this story.

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Table of Contents

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

OTHER TITLES

ABOUT ME

CHAPTER I

Owyn was pretty sure that today was the day.

It had been a busy month so far, and he’d made sure to keep it that way. Busy was good. After his crazy adventures and his unstable life on the road that ultimately left him spiraling into a worried depression that he was still grappling to understand, he thought that busy was good. Great, even. Mundane, simple work was helping to clear out his head of all the strange new things that had gathered there over the past several months. Well, not everything, obviously. He’d learned and experienced a lot of good.

But the bad things, mostly.

He needed his head to clear out, and something he’d been slowly picking up on was that doing so wasn’t something you could do. It was something that you had to let happen. Something that would occur over time, especially if you weren’t thinking about it, if you were busying yourself with other things.

And so that was what he had done for four solid weeks.

For the first week or so, he just spent time with his family, and no one else. He didn’t even leave the house for four solid days. Really, he was just decompressing after all that had happened. There had been a lot of sleeping involved. It was almost as if all the collective experiences, good and bad, that he’d endured over the past several months, all the long hours and days and nights, all the lengthy walks and combat encounters, had finally caught up with him.

Then the work had begun.

The first thing he’d focused on was getting some work done on his parent’s house. He wanted to get the big bad work out of the way before winter truly set in and the first snow fell, which was somewhere between two weeks and a month away. And so he’d put his considerable coin to use. Well, first he’d actually needed to convince his parents to accept the full extent of his help. Namely the fact that he wanted to add on a master bedroom to the house, and also make a handful of repairs that clearly his parents had been putting off for awhile.

It had taken about a day of arguing, but they’d finally budged.

And so he’d gone to market and purchased as much as he could, and put in an order for what wasn’t there yet. When he was offering up as much gold as he was, it didn’t take long for the lumber to show up at his parent’s house. They hired a few friends of the family to help and had gone right to work adding on a new room to the house and making some repairs to the walls and the roof. And since he was feeling ambitious, he’d gone to work on talking his parents into getting a shower installed. They were more resistant to that one, because it was a bit more complicated, and involved magic. But after about a week they’d finally agreed to that one, which he was particularly grateful for, because he’d gotten used to at least semi-regular access to hot water.

And showers were amazing.

When he wasn’t trying to make this happen, Owyn began taking simple jobs. It felt absolutely unreal to head up to the same message board he’d obsessively checked out before he’d left Fish View. It felt like years ago.

He started small, just helping people around the village with simple repairs, with yard work, with watching their stalls, with moving stuff across town. It felt good. It was simple. It let him keep busy. Which he really needed.

Because for a little while there, Owyn was freaking the fuck out.

After about a week, he’d kind of just stopped getting horny. When he’d decided to commit to no sex, no masturbation, no orgasms at all, he thought the worst of it would just be enduring that. But, as it turned out, the worst of it was the fact that he just seemed to lose his sex drive. He just...was not getting turned on.

At all.

And that was fucking terrifying. With having to endure being horny with no outlet of any kind, not even his own hand, he knew it was just a matter of time. But this? He couldn’t help but worry that he might not get horny again. What if this was permanent? Was there even a way to fix this? He was eighteen for fuck’s sake.

And so he tried to ignore the problem, just tried to trust that it would go away.

After about a week and a half, he began to feel the distant flickers of lust again whenever he saw a beautiful woman on his way to or from a job, or when he was hanging out in the market. That was a major relief, although he was still kind of worried. But he told himself that this was part of the process. Or at least his process.

And then, one month in, everything changed for the better.

…

The first snow had come and gone.

The snow and ice was melting in the high sun. The day was cloudless and the air was not yet frigid. Owyn could no longer see his breath on the air. But a cold wind was blowing, and he could tell that more snow was on the way.

Winter was here.

He had just finished his second job that had taken him fully out of his home town. He’d felt a little thrill this morning when he’d picked up a backpack that held a full chainmail set and a pair of daggers from the local smith. The man needed it delivered to an inn about about three hours down the road. It was a simple job, thirty coin, half at the beginning, half upon completion, but Owyn had taken it anyway. The walk had been simple, and it had been good, too. He’d forgotten that he’d actually largely come to enjoy the long walks between settlements. His first job that had taken him out of Fish View had been to Blue Bay, another deliver job, this one of potions and a few magic items. It was nice to get out of his home village.

But it was also strangely nice to come back to it, too.

He’d just made it back and was now looking for lunch. As he looked around the market square, Owyn’s eyes fell on the local inn. The Fish Inn. He felt a wistful pang as he began making his way there. It was where he had first met Krystal. He wondered what she was doing, how her life had worked out since they’d parted ways. He hoped she was happy. Walking in through the front doors, Owyn could tell right away that nothing had changed. John was still behind the bar, there was still the same crowd hanging out.

The lunch rush was dying down and the place would soon empty out. Fine by Owyn. He approached the bar.

“Hello, sir,” John said, looking at him. “What can I get you?” He paused, suddenly scrutinizing him much more closely. “Have you...been through here before?” he asked uncertainly.

“I used to live here,” Owyn replied.

John studied him a few seconds longer. His eyes widened. “Owyn?”

“Yes, sir.”

“By the Gods...you look so different! I take it your time out in the world treated you well,” he said, clearly amazed that somehow Owyn had not only survived, but thrived.

“For the most part,” Owyn replied. “I’m back home for the winter, helping my parents fix their place up.”

“Made a bit of coin out there, I take it?”

“I did.”

“Well, that’s good. Seems nowadays too many of the young forget who raised them. So what will it be? You look hungry.”

“I’m very hungry,” Owyn replied. “What have you got?”

“Chicken. Some beef. I think there’s some vegetable stew left. The usual selection of fruits,” John answered.

“I’ll take some of all of that. And water to drink,” Owyn said.

“All right. Five coin.”

Owyn paid and then took a seat by the window, looking out at the courtyard beyond. People were coming back to their stalls, setting things up again after having their lunch breaks. Despite how fearful he had been of being stuck in a pace like this, of his life being mundane and routine, there was something strangely calming and reassuring about the fact that it was all still going on. He watched the people move and talk and work until he sensed someone approaching his table, hopefully bringing his food.

Owyn turned and looked.

And something seemed to swell up, then pop inside of him as he laid eyes on the woman bringing his food. He felt his heart skip a beat, then start to pound harder. He felt his skin flush. His stomach began to bubble and boil with excitement.

And lust, precious, wonderful, powerfully sexual lust hit him like a bolt of pure lightning. He felt himself begin to harden beneath the table immediately, and was glad that his pants were hidden, because his erection, he was sure, would be very obvious.

He recognized the woman approaching the table.

Her name was Lacey, (though in the moment he couldn’t recall her last name), and she had been Owyn’s first real crush. She was at least half-decent friends with his mom, and there had been a period of time where she had hung around the house when he was growing up. When he had first started jacking off, her face (and body) was what he held in his mind’s eye. For a long time. Honestly, he still thought about her from time to time.

She was extremely beautiful.

Although he figured that some of that was probably just the fact that he’d kind of obsessed over her when he’d hit puberty.

She still looked fantastic, though.

But she did look different than he remembered her, not that that was a bad thing.

She was wearing what a lot of people referred to as a bar or inn dress, which was basically a dress that showed off a woman’s figure. It was low cut with just thin straps over the shoulders and the skirt ended about halfway above the knee. Consequently, it also showed off a lot of skin. And on Lacey it looked fucking amazing.

She was tall and tanned, her face framed by her shoulder-length black hair. Her eyes looked just as blue and clear and bright as he remembered. The smile she wore as she approached still looked as genuine and warm as he recalled. And her body. By the Gods. She’d put on a little weight since last he saw her, and in all the right places, it seemed. Her hips and thighs, and, he imagined, her ass had some nicely pleasant padding to them.

“Hello,” she said as she began setting his food down, and from the way she was looking at him, he thought she was trying to place his face. “Have you...been through here before?”

“I grew up here,” he replied.

“Owyn?” she asked after a few seconds.

“Yes. Hello, Mrs. Johnson,” he replied.

She smiled awkwardly. “Actually its Miss Field now. But you can call me Lacey.”

“Oh...I’m sorry,” he murmured.

“It’s okay...you look so different. Um...” she glanced around, “I’m actually really curious about what happened to you and where you went. Want some company for lunch?”

“I’d love your company,” he replied.

She smiled again and...was she blushing? She looked over at the counter. “Taking my lunch, John,” she said.

“All right, Lacey,” he replied.

She sat down opposite him. “So...where did you go? I remember hearing that you’d left, but I never really got the details on it.”

“It’s a bit of a story,” he replied.

“I’ve got time. No one’s going to be in here for about an hour or two, probably,” Lacey said.

“All right, then...”

And so he told her. Obviously he told her an edited version of why he’d left and, primarily, what he’d done during his months on the road. He told her about monsters he’d killed and places he’d visited and (a few of) the people he’d met and the things he’d accomplished. In fact, he ended up going on for longer than he’d anticipated, mainly because she kept asking him questions, clearly enthralled by his stories. When it was his turn to ask a few questions, Lacey realized that it was time for her to get back to work and that her break was over.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she got up, “but I have to get back to work.” She paused, chewed on her lower lip, as though trying to come to a decision. Owyn felt a fresh pulse of lust stab at him, it was a surprisingly sexy look for her. She leaned in suddenly, close to his ear. “But I’ll tell you what, Owyn. How about you come by my house in about four hours? We can talk a bit more...privately. Do you remember where I live?” she asked.

He nodded, his heart hammering a lot harder now. “I do,” he murmured.

“Good. Be there. If anyone asks about what you’re doing there, just tell them I hired you to help with something.” She laid a hand on his, her skin warm and soft. He found himself trembling with anticipation now, breathing heavier.

“I will,” he whispered.

“Good. I’ll see you soon, Owyn.”

She let go of him, straightened up, and walked away. He kept staring ahead, out the window, and saw her retreating reflection in the glass.

He was right about her ass. It looked amazing.

How was he going to pass the next four hours?

…

Somehow, some way, Owyn managed to pass the four hours by.

He tried not to run as he made his way towards Lacey’s house. He was almost completely sure that she wanted to have sex with him, but he was tempering himself to prepare for the outcome that he had just misread the situation. Although she seemed like she’d been flirting with him pretty hard, and that last part was pretty overt.

But still, he didn’t want to make her upset or uncomfortable by walking in there expecting her to fuck him.

He really, really hoped she was, though, because he had not had sex, masturbated, or even just simply orgasmed in a month now.

He hadn’t gone that long since he started jacking off.

Owyn almost felt like he was going to pop just thinking about seeing Lacey naked, imagining her sucking him off, the sounds she would make as he fucked her. He’d had an erection for most of the time since they’d last spoken.

There it was. Lacey’s house.

He walked up to the front door and knocked. It was opened almost before he finished knocking. Lacey was still wearing the same dress as before, although one strap had fallen off her shoulder and the dress was pulled down a little bit, revealing more of her impressive cleavage.

“Hi, Owyn,” she said, and he could see that she was blushing again.

“Hello, Lacey,” he replied.

She stepped out of the way. “Please, come in.”

As soon as he was in, she closed and locked the door behind him. “So, Owyn, I’m just going to come right out with it: I want to have sex with you. And I’m pretty sure you want to have sex with me,” she said.

“I very, very much want that,” he replied, almost trembling with anticipation now.

She took his hand. “Then come on. I’ve been thinking about doing something like this for awhile now, so I set up my basement with a bed. We’ll have to fuck down there, because it’s almost totally soundproof. I don’t want anyone knowing.” She started leading him through the house. “I mean no offense, it’s just that-”

“It’s just that people around here are fucking dumb and would shame you for having sex just for own pleasure,” he said.

“Yes. Exactly.”

“I know about that.”

She led him to a narrow stairwell and through another door, which she firmly closed and locked as well.

“I have to tell you something,” he said.

“Yes?”

“For reasons that I don’t really want to get into right now, I haven’t had sex or even jacked off for about a month.”

“A month? Not even masturbated?” she asked.

“Yeah. I haven’t had an orgasm in about a month. So, um...I’m not going to last very long at first,” he admitted.

“That’s fine,” she said, grinning fiercely at him, her eyes wider now, “I’ll just have to get those first few orgasms out of you before we have sex so you can build up some endurance. And I’ve been meaning to see if I’ve still got skills.”

“Okay, perfect. Who goes first?” he asked.

“I’ll do you first. I haven’t gotten laid in...quite awhile myself, but I’ve at least been taking care of myself in that regard.”

“Thanks. I really appreciate it.”

She laughed. “I figured.” She reached down, grabbed the bottom of her dress and then pulled it up. As she got it off of her, over her head, he saw that she wasn’t wearing anything at all beneath it, and he got his first good look at Lacey Field completely nude.

She looked amazing in the candlelight of her basement.

She did indeed have wonderful, broad hips and pleasantly padded thighs. And her breasts. Damn she had some big, wonderful breasts. Her pussy looked smooth and bald. She noticed him looking down at it as she tossed the dress away and shifted.

“I, uh...I heard a lot of the adventuring girls were doing this. And one of them taught me a little spell,” she said, and raised her hand. Her palm and fingers became coated in a dull flame. “Singes the hairs right off. Saves so much time shaving.”

“I like it,” he replied. “Good Gods you look fantastic,” he whispered.

“You really think so? I’ve been trying to lose weight since my divorce but it’s not as easy as it once was...”

“Lacey, you look fucking amazing,” he replied firmly. “I mean, wow, you are so hot.”

“Well...thank you,” she murmured, blushing more fiercely now. “Get naked!” she said impatiently. “I’ve been dying to see what’s going on under there.”

He began taking off his clothes. Owyn was glad he’d managed to catch a quick shower before coming over here, as he’d worked up a powerful sweat working all day. He was also glad that he was definitely fitter and more toned, and tanned. Studying himself in a mirror, he realized that he’d actually begun to resemble the workers and soldiers and guardsmen that he’d been jealous of growing up, because he’d always been a bit scrawny. He wouldn’t call himself buff, but he at least could say that he had a bit of a physique now.

“Oh wow,” she murmured. “How old are you?”

“Eighteen,” he replied.

“Oh Gods...I’m going to feel like such a pervert fucking you. But isn’t that what guys are always crowing about? How much they want to fuck hot young teenage girls? Well, if they can enjoy that, I am so going to enjoy this. Good Gods, you’re about twenty years younger than me.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I really, really love having sex with older women,” Owyn replied as he finished getting naked.

“Oh? You’ve slept with many older women?” she asked, looking down at his cock now, which was not only erect, but felt like it was throbbing in desperate need.

“Well, not many I mean...”

She smirked. “I guess we can talk about that later.” She walked up to him and reached down and gripped cock. “You’re bigger than my ex-husband,” she murmured as she started to massage it. “I don’t really place too much stock into size but...I am interested to see how it feels. Come here,” she whispered, then leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

The experience was like magic.

He groaned, hugging her to him as their lips met, and right then he knew that his month long, self-imposed exile from sex and orgasms had not been in vain. He absolutely was lusting after her, and he absolutely was going to enjoy this sex.

Desire and excitement pulsed through him.

They began to make out passionately, and she slipped her tongue smoothly into his mouth. He groaned, twisting his tongue with hers, and slid his hands down her back, settling them on the smooth curve of her thick ass. He began to grope and squeeze it, massaging it, simply in love with the feel of it, of her moving against him, her naked body pressing against his, her lips and her tongue. She broke the kiss suddenly.

“Now, let’s get started pumping you dry,” she said, and dropped to her knees.

Owyn watched her, his heart beating away in his chest, wondering exactly how long it was he would last.

It wasn’t very long.

He felt her breath whisper over his cock and then she gripped it firmly and stuck her tongue out. He moaned as she began to lick the head of his dick.

“Oh fuck, Lacey...” he groaned. “That’s...oh fuck, it’s too good...”

She continued licking his cock, the hot, wet pleasure of her tongue sizzling up it, burning into him, filling him much faster than he anticipated.

He lasted maybe about fifteen seconds, and then he was coming.

Owyn let out a loud scream of release that startled even him as his cock jerked violently in Lacey’s hand. She let out a sound of surprise, but quickly had a handle on the situation, and he moaned even louder as she started jacking him off.

He came everywhere.

It felt like he was coming buckets, like his cock was never going to stop spitting up seed.

“Oh Lacey! OH MY FUCKING GODS LACEY, IT’S SO GOOD!” he screamed, completely lost in the orgasm.

She continued jacking him off, letting him go and go and go all over her face and in her mouth and then down onto her breasts. His cock was kicking over and over again, and he could feel it deep in his gut, not just in his dick and balls and some vague area around them, but his whole body felt like it was reacting powerfully, violently, furiously to the orgasm. His hips jerked and his legs trembled and he thought he was going to pass out.

Eventually, Owyn stopped coming.

When he came to, he looked down and saw that he hadn’t exactly been inaccurate when predicting just how much he was going to come.

“Holy shit,” he whispered.

He had come all over her face and her neck and in her mouth and onto her big, beautiful breasts, and some of it had dripped down to her stomach and thighs and even onto the floor. “Owyn,” she said as she carefully stood up, then walked over to a washbasin, “I have never, once, in my entire life, seen a guy blow a load even half this big.”

“I’m sorry...” he murmured, and then staggered.

“Sit down before you fall down, Owyn,” she replied as she started washing herself off. “It’s everywhere,” she whispered.

He swayed as he walked over to her bed and then collapsed onto it, his whole body shaking from the energy expended in that mind-blowing orgasm.

“I’m not mad,” she said. “Honestly, I’m impressed. And I’m glad I could make you come like that. I just...there’s so much of it.”

“There’s more to come,” he groaned, laying back.

“I’ll just bet there is. I’m going to suck your dick now.”

“You don’t have to...”

“I want to.”

“Okay. Then I’ll do you afterward. Then we can have sex...um, I just remembered, do we need protection of any kind?”

“No, not unless you’re sick with something. I took an infertility potion today.”

“No, I’m not sick,” he replied.

“Okay, I’ll trust you with that.” She finished washing up and came over to him, then crouched by the edge of the bed. “Come on, sit up.”

He sat up and got to the edge of her bed, placing his feet down on either side of her. She looked absurdly beautiful as she looked up at him, grinning, her face alight with raw lust and desire. She reached out and gripped his cock again, then resumed licking it. “You are such a big boy,” she whispered, “such a big man, Owyn.”

She slipped his cock, which hadn’t even gone soft, into her mouth.

He groaned loudly. “Oh, Lacey, that’s it,” he whispered, laying a hand atop her head, feeling her dark hair against his skin, “that’s fucking perfect.”

She moaned and began to bob her head.

This time, at least, he managed to last for about a minute or so. But being blown by your first crush, by a woman who was over twice your age who looked as good as she did, by a woman who he had masturbated to for a very long time, and after a month of celibacy…

Well, he didn’t feel too bad for not lasting very long.

She bobbed her head with a skilled precision, her lips lingering on the head and lighting him up with pleasure, and he could tell she was very good at sucking cock. She’d had a lot of practice. Well, she had been married for quite awhile.

He moaned loudly as he started coming a second time, his dick kicking in her mouth. She had taken to massaging his balls now and kept going it, working his shaft as well, as if trying to pump his cock completely dry of seed. Lacey kept sucking as he came in her mouth, his cock spurting out thick loads of his seed, though a lot less than last time it seemed. She sucked it all out and swallowed his entire load, then took it out of her mouth.

“There,” she said, “that should do it.”

“For now,” he groaned, laying back. “Fuck, that was so good. You are really good at sucking cock,” he murmured.

“Thank you, Owyn.”

As soon as she was finished washing her mouth out, (this time she took a health swig of wine after rinsing and spitting), she joined him on the bed and they began to make out again. As he kissed her, Owyn reached down and parted her thick thighs with his hand, then found her clit and began to massage it gently with his fingertip.

She gasped, breaking the kiss. “Oh yes...I haven’t been touched down there by anyone else in far too long,” she whispered.

“I’m going to make you feel very, very good,” Owyn replied, and resumed kissing her.

She moaned louder and louder into the kiss, passionately making out with him as he kept fingering her, going faster and harder on her clit. Eventually, he switched it up, slipping a finger into her pussy and hitting her sensitive spot, making her cry out louder. He began to kiss his way down her body, across her cheek and jaw, then her neck and collarbone, where he paused at her breasts. She gasped and cried out as he added to the pleasure, taking the time to lick and suck on both of her beautiful pink nipples.

“Oh Owyn,” she whispered, “you are...ah...you seem quite skilled.”

“I’ve learned quite a lot since leaving,” he replied.

“I can tell-ah! Yes!”

He stopped fingering her and then settled down in between her thick, wonderful thighs. He carefully parted the lips of her smooth pussy and she gasped softly again. Leaning in, he touched the tip of his tongue to her clit and began to massage it.

“Ohhhhh Owyn...” she moaned loudly.

He slowly began to go faster, applying more pressure to the small white nub of her clit as he pleasured her, and she began to moan louder, writhing around in rapturous bliss. This was a dream come true. He was pleasuring his first real crush, the woman he’d first fallen in love with...well, okay, first fallen in lust with. This amazing, beautiful, sexy older woman who was over twice his age. How many times had he thought about this? How many times had he jacked off to her? How many times had he had sex dreams of her?

And it was really happening. It was actually happening.

He was pleasuring her, and she had already sucked his dick, and he’d come all over her face...he was already rock hard again and desperate for sex.

Oh Gods, he was going to fuck her brains out so soon.

“Owyn this is incredible!” she cried, running her fingers through his hair now.

He was licking faster now, using more of his tongue, pressing harder. Then he took it to the next level and slipped a finger into her wet, tight opening. She screamed in pleasure. He fingered her and ate her out for maybe another ten seconds before she started coming. She let out a loud cry of pleasure as her whole body jerked and a hot spray of feminine sex juices escaped her pussy. He continued fingering her throughout the orgasm, feeling her pussy clench around it, and was already imagining that same feeling around his cock.

Her orgasm lasted for what seemed like quite awhile.

Lacey moaned and spasmed and writhed as she came hard, looking like a sex goddess as she orgasmed.

As soon as she was done, she sucked in a huge breath and then went slack against the bed. “Oh wow,” she whispered, gasping, sweaty now.

Owyn got up and began washing himself off. “That good, huh?” he asked.

“Better,” she replied immediately. “Way better. That was...oh man, you must have gone down on a lot of ladies.”

“I did,” he replied.

“I actually kind of want to hear about it. But first, sex. Now. I need sex right now.”

“I can give you that,” he replied, finishing up.

Owyn quickly crawled back onto the bed with her, and she spread her legs wide. He took just a few seconds to study her, looking down at her wondrous, mature body. She looked even better than all those times he’d imagined her naked.

“Come on,” she whispered.

Owyn laid down in between her and gripped his cock, laid it at the entrance of her pussy, and slipped inside.

She gasped as he entered her, staring up at him, her eyes wide, face flushed, hair a mess. “Yes...” she moaned softly as he pushed his way deeper into her. “Oh fuck, Owyn, you’re actually inside of me. You’re actually making love to me...”

“Yes, Lacey,” he replied, then groaned in sweet, sweet release as he pushed himself all the way into her mature pussy, burying himself completely within her.

“Fuck, you feel so big,” she whispered, her voice heavy and husky as she stared up at him in the flickering candlelight.

Owyn kissed her on the mouth, kissed her deeply, and began driving into her. She broke the kiss with a cry of intense pleasure and spread her legs wider, pushing up against him with her powerful hips. The pleasure was intense, it was huge, it was so powerful. Owyn had actually forgotten just how good raw pussy felt. He found himself moaning her name over and over again, kissing her repeatedly as he fucked her.

He quickly began going harder and faster, unable to help himself.

“Oh Owyn! Yes! That’s it! Oh...fuck me like a whore!” she screamed.

“Oh fuck, Lacey,” he moaned, “you feel so good. I believe how good you feel.”

“You feel good, too! Oh fuck! I’m going to come! Keep going!”

Owyn kept it up, fucking her perfect pussy, feeling his own orgasm rising up, swelling, threatening to overwhelm him. But he had to make her come again, he had to, and then maybe he could start coming with her.

Fuck, sex felt so good.

It had been a month but it felt like a fucking year since he’d last gotten laid by that beautiful, friendly, and very helpful water elemental.

Lacey let out a series of panting cries of powerful, furious pleasure. “Oh Owyn yes it’s so fucking good oh my Gods yes it’s incredible I can’t believe how good it feels!” she screamed, almost incoherent with blissful rapture as she twitched and shuddered and bucked against him, her powerful hips working and pushing.

She was coming.

That was it.

He could hold out no longer.

Owyn let out an inarticulate scream of absolute pleasure as he began to orgasm a third time. He moaned and wrapped both arms around her, holding Lacey tightly against him and kissing her deeply as he began to orgasm inside of her. He lost himself completely in the orgasm, in the fact that he was spilling his seed into one of the women of his dreams, and she was coming in tandem with him. It was a complete release, nothing but pure sexual gratification that seemed to consume the whole of his being. It was paradise.

Eventually, the orgasms subsided and they were left laying together, sweaty and nude. Neither spoke for a little while.

After a bit longer, Owyn pulled carefully out of her and rolled over onto his side.

“So, uh...how was that?” he asked.

Lacey laughed loudly. “Um, that was fucking amazing, Owyn. That was the best sex I’ve had in like ten years.”

“Wow, really?”

“Oh yes. Really. That was...phew, wow. Just amazing. I came so hard. I haven’t come that good and that long in so, so long. Gods, by the time my husband left, we hadn’t had sex in like a year,” she muttered.

“Wow! Really?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s...pretty awful,” he murmured. He’d just gone through a month. A year seemed impossible. “Um...what happened? If you don’t mind telling me.”

“No, I don’t. I’ve wanted to tell someone what I really think for a long time. I don’t have anyone here I can really trust with that who wouldn’t judge me. You know how people around here are,” she replied, shifting and then rolling over to face him.

“Yep,” he agreed.

She reached out and ran a hand slowly up and down his sweat-slicked chest. “Gods, you are so fucking hot,” she whispered. “So, uh, my marriage. Well, it’s pretty typical. We got married young under pressure from our parents. I was nineteen, he was twenty. Got pregnant right away. Did the whole, you know, married life thing for about twenty years. There were problems. He drank. I wanted to head out of town too often. He thought I was cheating on him. I never did, actually. Not once. I was certainly tempted,” she grinned, “by cute young men like you. But not once. Anyway, he was a guard, I was a baker. And a mother. That’s a shitload of work, just so you know.”

“I imagine it must be.”

“It is. But six months ago it came out that my husband had cheated on me. More than once, actually. I was less pissed off than I thought I would be. I think part of it was that I had my suspicions. Another part was that I had fallen out of love quite awhile ago. Plus, our daughter wasn’t around to see the whole thing. I mean, she knows now, but she moved to Lennox to learn smithing. She’s there now. She’s pretty good at it. My husband fucked off out of town and I don’t know where he is. I don’t care. But so...yeah. That’s the story.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t think I am, actually. No, you know what? I’m not sorry. I mean, actually going through it sucked, but now that I’m here, on the other side, I’m actually so much happier. I quit baking and started hunting, something I’ve wanted to do for a long time now. And I’m good at it. Plus, I waitress at the inn every now and then because John is a friend and he’s currently short-staffed.” She took in a deep breath and then let it out as a long, contented sigh. “Wow that was such an amazing fuck. I feel so good right now.”

“Same,” he murmured.

“Will you spend the night?”

“Yeah, definitely,” he replied.

“Good, cause I want to fuck a lot more. Honestly, I want to fuck you as much as I can get away with. We’re going to have to be careful though. I actually like living here and if people knew I was fucking a teenage boy...well, you know how they are.”

“Yeah. I don’t mind sneaking around.”

“Thank you. I’m very glad you understand.” She moved closer to him and then rested her head on his chest, laying herself across him. He wrapped his arms around her. “You have got to tell me about all the women you fucked.”

“Oh do I?” he asked, grinning.

“Yes! I want to know.”

“Well, the very first woman I made love with when I left town was a necromancer...”

CHAPTER II

Owyn felt pretty damned good.

Winter was over. The final snow (as far as he could tell), had fallen just two weeks ago. Temperatures were picking back up and there was no snow anywhere around.

It had been close to two months since he’d made amazing, passionate love with Lacey in her basement. And what a fun two months it had been. Owyn had managed to have sex with her a few dozen more times, sneaking around, sometimes slipping into her house at night, sometimes joining her on hunting trips where they fucked in the woods like horny teenagers. Well, he was one, but he was glad to see Lacey was feeling as free as he was.

Other things happened, as well.

He finished fixing his parent’s house up, and then upgraded it a bit. And then he did the same with his father’s boat, although it stopped there. There was a fine line to walk and eventually help became charity, something his parents, especially his father, couldn’t entirely abide. But he felt good about it all the same.

He took on more jobs, and before long started taking on riskier ones. Mainly hunting dangerous animals and monsters in nearby forests, or the occasional sea beast that wandered up out of the ocean. Those were pretty freaky.

And he’d met a few more ladies interested in sleeping with him, though none of them lived in town. They were just passing through. He’d had an amazing night of sex with a felis merchant he’d met as he was heading back to town after killing a clutch of giant spiders, and they’d started talking, and she’d quickly invited him to her inn room. He’d also met an adventuress, a very trim, fit redhead about fifteen years older than him that was passing through the woods. He’d spent the night at her camp and oh the sex they had had.

When the chill of winter had finally begun to slacken, he'd said goodbye to his family, with a promise to be back in a month. The call of the wild had been slowly building in him for close to three weeks now and finally he was off.

He hadn't made it very far, though.

Instead of heading for Blue Bay, this time he'd gone in the opposite direction, towards South Cove, which was a town only slightly bigger than Fish View. It was just about a four hour walk from his home town and he'd intended only to stop and have a meal before heading on elsewhere, this time hoping to explore the other side of the country, but then he'd had his meal and he'd gone to the village board to see if there were any interesting jobs. It had kind of become a habit of his over the years and it was hard to break.

And he'd found one.

Hunters and loggers were being attacked, quite brutally, by a Minotaur, out in the woods. So far, no one had been able to kill it and there was a hefty bounty on its head. Five hundred gold. Owyn saw this as a great opportunity to not only help people but to refill his severely depleted coin pouch all in one fell swoop.

So now, here he was, in the woods outside South Cove, hunting a Minotaur. It was as exhilarating as it was frightening. Owyn had his crossbow out. His sword was sheathed on his hip, sharpened and polished, ready for action, but for some reason he'd wanted the crossbow. He'd been practicing with it over the past three months and he'd gotten to be a pretty decent shot. Maybe that's why he wanted it. He'd heard of Minotaurs and he didn't want to be near one. They were supposed to be ten feet tall and absurdly vicious.

As he hunted for the creature, he found his thoughts drifting. There was actually another reason he'd headed for South Cove.

During the past three months, he'd started doing a bit of research based off of a scattering of facts and myths and bits and pieces of lore he'd picked up over his short life. He was looking into the Gods. Owyn had never entirely been too sure about the Gods. The idea seemed to be that yes, the Gods existed and yes, they could and occasionally would get directly involved in people's lives. But the Gods were mysterious and strange and sometimes whole decades would go by without any kind of involvement from any of them.

At least any noteworthy involvement.

Owyn also knew that his country wasn't particularly religious. As a whole, they seemed to have adopted an 'if we don't bother them, they won't bother us' kind of attitude. But that wasn't an absolute. Some settlements did have temples, or at least shrines, and he'd at least heard of some temples built out in the middle of the wilderness. So Owyn had started doing research on the Gods...or, specifically, one of the Gods.

Actually, a Goddess.

Bliss.

There were a great deal of Gods and Goddesses. They all served to embody one aspect or another. Anger. Generosity. Loyalty. Greed. Joy. Justice. Owyn had learned that there was, in fact, a Goddess of Sexuality and Love. Her name was simply Bliss. Given the conservative nature of his country, Owyn imagined that she didn't have much a foothold in the area. At least not in the human side of the continent, definitely the elven side. And, lo and behold, Owyn's research had finally turned up a bit of good news.

There was a small temple to Bliss in South Cove.

Mainly, Owyn just wanted to know exactly what it was that followers of Bliss did, though he'd be lying if he didn't admit that he was interested in the potential sexual aspect of it all. But, deeper than that, he'd felt a kind of...calling, to do this. To find out for sure. He wasn't sure why but it was for some reason very important to him.

Owyn froze as he heard something nearby, what sounded like a snuffing noise. He looked around, wondering if perhaps he'd walked into some kind of trap. It was easy for the hunter to become the hunted in these kinds of situations. He let himself be open to the world around him, listening to the forest, the sounds, taking it all in. Softly, to his left and slightly behind him, he heard something shift. Something big.

Owyn turned around and raised his crossbow.

The Minotaur, wielding a great ax of beaten, rusty iron, burst forth from the trees. For a second, Owyn was utterly petrified. The thing didn't seem ten feet tall but twelve. It towered over him and seemed to be constructed of raw muscular power. When it let out a roar and raised its ax high over its head, that's when Owyn acted. He raised his own weapon, aimed and fired. A metal bolt shot out of the crossbow's front and buried itself into the creature’s neck, sending it staggering backwards. But only for a second.

It seemed to recover immediately, as furious as ever.

Owyn threw himself out of the way as it brought its ax down.

He felt the exhilaration of his heart racing, his blood pumping, the thrill of battle and survival, as he recovered, managing to stay on his feet. He aimed once more and fired. This bolt planted itself firmly in the Minotaur's broad chest, releasing a small spray of blood and causing it to let out another loud roar of animal fury. This time, it swung the ax around in a broad arc, attempting to decapitate him. Owyn ducked hastily and felt splinters of wood spray the back of his head and neck as the great ax buried itself in a nearby tree.

It had missed him by inches.

Owyn hastily backed away and fired another shot. Unfortunately, this one missed. The Minotaur roared and ripped its blade free of the tree. Owyn backed up a bit further and aimed once more, knowing he needed to end this very, very soon or it would be ended for him. Plus, he only had two shots left in this clip for the crossbow.

Luck found him as he fired once more.

The bolt sailed true and hit home, piercing the Minotaur's left eye and entering its brain, killing it instantly. The big creature hit the ground with a heavy thud and all was still and silent in the forest. Owyn let out his breath slowly.

Frowning, he put away his crossbow and pulled out his sword.

Now came the gross part.

…

Owyn had to admit, the looks he got as he walked into town holding the Minotaur's severed head by one of its horns made him feel pretty good. They seemed pretty grateful as he made his way up to the local barracks where the guards that protected the town made their home. He hoped they wouldn't be mad at him for doing what they couldn't, not that he blamed them. A guard's duty was to protect the city, and they couldn't very well do that if they were spread out across half the forest around the city, looking for a single Minotaur.

As he made his way up to the building, the door opened and what must have been the captain of the guard stepped out.

“I see you took care of our problem,” he said as Owyn came to stand before him, staring down at the severed head.

“I did,” Owyn agreed. “It wasn't easy.” It wasn't entirely true. It hadn't been easy, but he felt he'd gotten quite lucky.

“No, I imagine not. You have our thanks. If you'll hand it over, I think I'll have this thing stuffed and mounted on my wall, and I'll give you your reward.”

Owyn handed the head over and the man grabbed it by the other horn and waved over one of his guards while motioning for another to go retrieve the gold. Owyn waited until the second guard returned with a large sack. Owyn took a peek inside, saw that it was gold and determined that it had an appropriate heft to it.

“Thanks,” he said. “I've heard your town has a temple, where might that be?” he asked as casually as he could.

The captain of the guard sneered. “Eh, just a temple to Bliss. Eyesore is what it is. It's on the north end of town, why?”

“Curiosity. Not many temples around.”

“Good reason for that,” the captain said. “If you like in the shadow of giants, it's often a good idea not to draw their attention.”

“Good point,” Owyn replied.

He got a few more directions from the man, namely the local marketplace, blacksmith, and the best inn in town, then he thanked him and headed off towards the marketplace, his thoughts already turning to the temple.

…

Owyn spent about an hour in the marketplace, though he was distracted the whole time.

He'd bought some of the essentials before he'd left Fish View, but a combination of low funds and the fact that the his home village wasn't exactly the hot spot for adventuring equipment meant that he only got the bare essentials. Here, in South Cove, he could get some of the better stuff. Mainly he needed several of his magical items recharged and more bolts for his crossbow. He was very glad he'd invested in it and ignored any social fears of relying on such a weapon. It was clearly a fantastic piece of hardware.

His mind, however, wandered to the temple of Bliss.

He was very much looking forward to going there, kind of in the same way he looked forward to a date with a beautiful woman. But why was he thinking that? What, was he really thinking that there'd just be some hot woman there waiting to fuck him on the sole basis that he was stepping into the building? Owyn very much doubted that that's how a temple worked, even one devoted to the Goddess of Sex and Love.

Still though, even beyond the anticipation, he was feeling something else. Almost like a...calling. Like his instincts were telling him that this was a good idea and he should do it. It was the same feeling he'd felt when he'd left Morgan's house, (he still missed the half-giantess), and had gone back to the Emerald Wild. The feeling he'd had when he'd chose to make camp where he had, when he'd spoken with Nadia.

If he didn't know any better, he thought he might be being...guided.

So he made his purchases, got his bolts, had his magical items recharged and his blade sharpened. He briefly considered having lunch, then decided against it and headed north, through the settlement of South Cove, towards the temple of Bliss. As he approached it, he realized that rain clouds he'd noticed earlier were closer than ever, darkening the skies. When he stepped onto a disused road and spied the temple at its end, thunder cracked the sky.

Owyn took it as a good omen: he liked rain. He missed it and he realized that this rain would be the first of the new season, of spring. It would truly banish winter from the land. Frowning, he studied the road as he walked down it. There didn't seem to be much to it. It was lined with a handful of ramshackle homes that seemed largely abandoned and broken down. This was not a part of town people liked to visit.

A slow sadness came over him as he walked down the street. He realized that whoever lived in this temple would be looked down upon by society, cast aside. He knew what it felt like, at least he had for a little while. He remembered being younger. As a child, nobody really took anything you said seriously. Owyn supposed that there was a bit of rationale to that, a lot of what he'd said and believed as a child had been kind of stupid. But people were so...dismissive, of children. And they were similarly dismissive of those who didn't conform to societal standards. It was extremely disrespectful and, honestly, just downright hurtful.

He knew that if people knew the truth about him, about his sexual adventures and desires, they would treat him the same way. Not as bad as if he were a woman, though. Women always seemed to get it worse and he could never figure out why that was, only that it was wrong. Finally, Owyn came to stand before the temple.

It wasn't very large, though it was constructed of white, though weathered, brick. It was actually a fairly unassuming building. The few windows it had were covered from the inside with heavy curtains. As he began his final approach, Owyn briefly had the impression that the place was, in fact, abandoned. But he saw that the front doors were open just a bit and, as he peered inside the crack between the two doors, he saw flickering candlelight and caught a whiff of the most beautiful smelling incense he'd ever come across in his life.

It was very inviting.

Not really knowing how temples worked, Owyn cautiously pushed one of the doors opened and poked his head in.

“Hello?” he asked, cautiously.

There was no response, positive or negative, and the main room looked abandoned. Instead of the rows of benches he'd come associate with temples or churches, there were large, very comfortable looking pillows. Huge pillows, in fact. Big enough that you could lay your whole body on them. They were arranged seemingly at random around a large room that served as the temple's entryway, and there were seven of them.

Lining the walls were bookshelves, topped by some candles that flickered with a comfortable, homey glow. At the head of all this was a statue. It was a woman that was somehow simultaneously plain looking and extraordinary beautiful. The state was carved out of simple white stone. The woman was nude, perhaps a few inches taller than he was with a build that tended towards thicker. She had nicely rounded hips and pleasantly padded thighs. Her breasts were large and firm, (though it was a statue, after all), her hair shoulder-length, framing her face. Her face...again, that strange duality of a common woman you might see passing on the street and some sort of inner perfection, an absolute, undeniable beauty.

This must be Bliss, he realized at once.

“Is anyone here?” he asked, this time a little louder.

The place definitely had the feeling of being lived in, but again no one answered his call. Owyn looked around, then returned his attention to the statue. Bliss was standing simply, one hand on her hip, the other hand outstretched, as though offering it to him...had it been standing like that when he'd first come in?

Owyn tried hard to remember, but couldn't be sure.

He suddenly had the urge to touch Bliss's outstretched hand.

Looking around once more to see if someone might be watching him, and seeing no one, Owyn walked through the small field of giant pillows. He came to stand before the statue of Bliss, staring intently at it.

Slowly, he reached out and took Bliss's hand.

Time froze.

Owyn gasped as what felt like a bolt of lightning shot through him. Instead of causing pain, it invigorated him, filled him with life and pure, white light. All at once, he felt the fingers of the hand he had just grasped move, though they no longer felt like stone, but like flesh. And then, standing before him, was the Goddess Bliss.

“Hello, Owyn Fisher,” she said. Her voice was like silken sex, like honey and sugar, like glowing perfection, like paradise. “I've been watching you, Owyn,” she added, smiling benevolently at him. “Help me down.”

He looked down at her hand, which was touching his. He grasped it, gently, and helped her down off the pedestal she had resided on. She was warm and smooth and soft. It was like touch a cloud, or a dream.

“Bliss,” he whispered.

She smiled as she stood before him, looking down at him, as she was taller than he was. Her skin was a soft mocha color, her hair, loosely framing her face, was pitch black with fiery red streaks through it, and her eyes...they were a perfect pink color. The color he often saw right before going down on a woman, the color of that sensitive skin. The color of love and sex and passion. Her lips were crimson and full and beautiful.

“I'm glad you came to me, Owyn.”

“I...did I have a choice?” he breathed, his voice a reverent whisper.

Her smile widened gently. “Of course. Although I possess the ability to impose my will on my followers and those who may become my followers, I have not once chosen to exercise this ability. I merely...suggest. I give small pushes. Nudges, really. You could have ignored me, but I'm very glad you didn't.”

“I...” Owyn hesitated. He had no idea what to say. A naked Goddess of Sex was standing before him, holding his hand, smiling at him.

“It's okay, Owyn,” Bliss said. Her voice resonated inside of his head. It made him feel more comfortable than he had ever felt.

And pretty turned on, too.

“Why...have you summoned me here?” he asked, finally.

“Because you are something special, Owyn. I have never enjoyed much success in this country of yours, and that saddens me deeply. Sex is a celebration of life, a pure, simply joy that everyone should enjoy, free of shame and judgment. But your country, your people are...well, they don't take well to this notion and thus, I haven't had many followers or disciples. I've called you here, Owyn, because I wish you to be one.”

“A follower?” he asked.

“No, a disciple.”

“I...what...does that entail?” Owyn felt exquisitely stupid. It was like an ultimate version of talking to a pretty girl when you are just entering puberty, and you're feeling tongue-tied and awkward and stuttering.

“If you were to be my disciple, Owyn, you do my bidding in this land. To put it simply, you would help sexually satisfy some of my followers.”

“You...want me to have sex with women in your name?”

“Basically,” Bliss replied. “Some do follow me. My role, at least in this land, is simple. My disciples pleasure my followers who pray to me for it.”

“I...” he hesitated, almost unwilling to ask any further questions, afraid of this Goddess. She radiated raw, unthinkable power.

Bliss gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “You may ask your questions, Owyn.”

“How will they know? I mean...how will they know I am acting in your name? What's to stop anyone from randomly approaching them and claiming to be acting in your name?”

“You will glow with a soft pink light only to their eyes. That is my blessing. And...in their hearts, they will know you to be true. You have another question. Ask it.”

“Why me?” Owyn asked after a moments' hesitation.

“Because, Owyn Fisher, you are a loving, caring individual. You respect your partner's sexual desires. You act out of kindness, out of compassion. You are largely free of judgment. You are filled with empathy. You are a rarity among your people in this land. And I believe that you will be very happy with this role.”

“Do I...I mean, is there anything else? Is there anything I have to...sacrifice?”

“No. Live your life as you would. Occasionally, you will awaken with new knowledge. This is me, imparting information to you. If you wish to continue being my disciple, you will act on this knowledge and pleasure the women I ask you to.”

“For how long?”

“For as long as you are able and willing.”

Owyn thought it over, though he knew, in his heart, that he had already made the decision. He supposed he just didn't want to seem too eager.

“When am I to begin?” he asked.

“Now. In this very building. The woman who maintains this temple is an elf named Skye. She has been a devout follower here for many months now. Satisfy her and tell her that I said she has done her duty. She may move on with her life.”

“She'll know what that means?” Owyn replied.

“Yes, she will.”

“Okay. I'll do that. Um...thank you, my Goddess, for this opportunity.”

Bliss smiled. “You're very welcome, Owyn. Good luck, and...have fun. Sex is supposed to be as fun and happy as it is intimate and wild.”

She leaned forward, kissed him firmly on the forehead, and then gave his hand a small squeeze. Then, in a burst of light, she was gone, no more than an aged statue standing on a pedestal in a quiet, gently lit room.

“Who are you?”

Owyn turned. An elf stood in another door across the room. She was staring at him intently, her eyes, as blue as the ocean on a perfect summer day, were wide with awe. Like most other elves Owyn had encountered, this one was pale, trim, and redheaded. Though she seemed quite...endowed in the chest area. She was loose-fitting travel pants and a sleeveless top that showed off a lot of her pale cleavage.

“My name is Owyn Fisher,” Owyn replied.

“You...you're pink,” she murmured. “That means...oh Bliss, thank you merciful Goddess,” she whispered, a broad smile breaking out on her face. “You've come. You've been sent by her, summoned by her.”

Owyn nodded. “Yes. I have to tell you-”

But she was shaking her head. “No. Whatever you have to tell me can wait,” she said, coming across the room and taking his hand. “It can wait until we're finished having sex because I haven't gotten laid in four months,” she said firmly.

“Uh, okay,” Owyn replied.

She began pulling him across the room, towards the door she'd come through. Owyn looked around the room as he was pulled through the door. He caught a glimpse of a bookshelf, a table, some chairs, and then the bed, which wasn't very big but it was a bed and it'd do the job. That was all he had time to see, however, as Skye turned him around and shoved him back onto the bed. He fell onto his back and found himself staring up at her.

“I'm Skye, by the way,” she said as she shed her shirt. She wasn't wear a bra beneath it. Her breasts were indeed quite well-endowed. They were large for her trim size and topped with beautiful, perfect pink nipples.

“Very happy to meet you,” Owyn replied as he began getting his own clothes off.

“And I you.”

They both quickly got out of their clothing. Owyn found himself wishing that he'd had time to bathe or clean up in the slightest, but from the way Skye was acting, it didn't seem like she'd be too keen on foreplay. He at least intended to try it on her, though. Once Skye was fully nude, she climbed into bed with him. He shifted so that his head was resting on the pillow. She crawled on top of him and pressed her lips firmly against his, kissing him deeply and passionately in that way he'd come to expect from sexually liberated women who were interested in him. No pretension, no need to waste any time. Skye had decided she liked him and she wanted him.

And she went for it.

Owyn ran his hands over her body. It had been two weeks since he himself had made love. He'd only had his hand and even that he'd used sparingly, no more than twice a week. It wasn't easy, (he didn't know if it ever would be), but in a way it had kind of become a way to test himself. In the same way he tested himself against the elements and the creatures and sometimes other people who wished him harm, he now tried to test himself against his own body, his own urges. Now, however, he knew he would give in entirely to his desires.

And there was nothing wrong with some indulgence.

Skye's ass was nicely padded. She seemed like a woman who had a naturally slim figure regardless of what she ate and how she exercised, though she was a point in her life where that was beginning to lift a little and now she was thickening slightly into middle age. There was a very pleasant padding to her thighs, her hips, her ass. Owyn touched her everywhere he could, realizing just how much he missed having a warm, naked woman pressed passionately up against him. Sometimes, it seemed like sex was the greatest feeling in the whole of existence. Sure, there was the pure physical pleasure of it, but there was something more.

A connection with another person, another sentient being, a connection made on the most basic of levels.

Skye slipped her tongue in passionately and a bit clumsily. Maybe she was out of practice or just overeager. Owyn knew he was. He reached up between them, getting to big, hot handfuls of her bountiful breasts. Eventually, he guided her carefully off of him and, after a bit of resistance, when maybe she realized that hardcore sex wasn't the first thing on the menu tonight, she rolled off and onto her side.

“Let me take care of you,” he said quietly.

“Maybe we should just-” But she stopped speaking abruptly as he reached down in between her thighs, found her clit, nestled wetly between the lips of her pussy, and touched it. That caused her to stop speaking coherently for a little while.

Skye cried out as he began to rub her clit, stimulating it with little up-and-down motions. She was incredibly wet, incredibly hot. He could practically feel the heat coming off of her vagina like an open fireplace. Owyn found that, at least, he wasn't out of practice or too horny to concentrate when it came to pleasing a woman with his fingers. Skye shouted in unbridled, passionate bliss as he increased the speed and pressure of his fingertip. He kept this up for a good thirty seconds and then he slipped his finger inside of her.

She was very tight within.

All it took was about five seconds of pressing up into that most sensitive spot and then, like a dam bursting, she was coming.

Skye continued shouting incoherently, her voice raising in pitch as hot, feminine sex juices began gushing from her tight opening. They coated his hand and his wrist, spraying out of her. He continued fingering her, loving the feel of the muscles, the way they contracted and twitched and twisted. It was a feeling he had missed greatly. Eventually, Skye reached down and pulled his hand away from her, apparently overwhelmed by the extra sensations he was giving her and he relented willingly, instead leaning back slightly, simply enjoying the way her breasts jiggled with the spasms of the climax tearing through her.

The look on her face, too. That completely absorbed look that women had when they were lost entirely in their orgasm, utterly oblivious to the world around them. All at once, Skye's beautiful blue eyes popped open and locked with Owyn's.

“Make love to me,” she said.

It was a command that Owyn was happy to oblige.

He got on top of her and she opened her legs for him. As he settled in between them, she wrapped them around his back, grinning up at him with a fiery passion. Owyn guided his cock, now as hard as steel, into her waiting, eager pussy. She was so wet from the orgasm that he had no problem slipping inside.

Skye let out a low, long moan as he began working his way into her.

“Oh, Gods, I've missed this,” he moaned as inched his way deeper and deeper within her.

“Been awhile for you, too?” Skye asked breathlessly.

“Uh-huh,” he managed. “Oh, Skye, you're so tight,” he moaned.

“You feel really big,” she replied, then she grabbed him and pulled him down into a deep kiss. They both continued moaning as they fucked. The sound of their flesh meeting filled the room and the bed creaked in protest at the sudden frenzy of activity. Owyn rested his forehead against Skye's, staring deeply into her eyes.

He knew he wouldn't last much longer but at least this time he had a good excuse, it having been weeks since he'd been inside of a woman.

Plus, redhead elf babes just really did it for him.

“Can I finish inside of you?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied immediately. “I want to feel it filling my pussy.”

That statement alone set him off. Coming inside of a woman bareback was a magnitude of pleasure all its own, but hearing her actually asking for it, almost demanding it, was just that much more erotic.

It was probably the biggest orgasm he'd had in quite awhile.

Owyn let out a short but loud shout as his dick began kicking and spasming, held tightly in the confines of Skye's elven pussy. She let out a moan as he began coming inside of her. His seed left him in great, powerful, almost primal spurts that sent shockwaves of pleasure soaring through his body, seeming to fill him with an intense, pink light of raw rapture. He could feel it being jettisoned forcefully out of him one powerful shot at a time, filling the depths of Skye's amazing elf pussy. Slowly, his orgasm left him.

As Owyn came back to reality, he realized that he'd been gripping Skye tightly, and she had been gripping him as well.

Slowly, they let go of each other.

“Uh...thanks,” Skye murmured.

“Yeah,” he replied, then laughed softly. “That was good.”

“It was great,” Skye said.

They laid there like that for a few seconds longer, staring into each other's eyes. Then, gently, Owyn pulled himself out of her and laid on his side.

“So, uh, you said you had a message for me, from, my, um, Goddess,” Skye said.

“Oh, yeah. She said: You have done your duty. You may move on with your life.”

“Bliss said that?”

“Yes...what does it mean?”

Skye sighed softly and he wondered if maybe he'd asked a deeply personal question and she wasn't okay with that. In that brief interval of time, Owyn became aware of the fact that it was now raining outside. He looked up at a window that was at the head of the bed. Rain streaked slowly down the glass.

Skye followed his gaze, then she smiled. “Oh, it's raining...I love the rain. There's a magically heated tub out back beneath a gazebo. Would you soak with me in it?” she asked. “Then I can tell you about myself.”

“That sounds great,” Owyn replied.

They got up and she pulled on a robe, then passed him one as well. It was white and incredibly soft. He pulled it on and then, holding hands, they walked out of her bedroom and into the temple, then to a door that led to the back area of the property. Set between a cluster of trees was indeed a gazebo that housed a tub of clear, steaming water. The rain was soft and slightly chilled, saturating the land in a pleasant sort of muted gloom.

They got to the gazebo, hung their robes up, and slipped naked into the tub.

“I love this thing,” Skye murmured.

“They are quite nice,” Owyn replied.

Skye luxuriated in the tub for a bit longer, getting her hair wet and scrubbing her face, before she began her tale. “Bliss is more of an elven deity than a human one,” she said. “I've been following Bliss since my younger years...I might as well admit now that I'm a hundred and fifty years old. I grew up on the other side of the Redwood Forest and spent most of my life there. I was happy and content for a long, long while...and then I decided I wanted to see more of the world. I'm not wholly sure why but the urge suddenly came over me one day ten years ago. So I set out, first taking a boat across the Western Sea. I traveled for years, heading around the world, and I met a man in my travels. A far elf. He was a traveler as I was. We met down in Tomontica. We fell in love quite quickly and traveled the island nation for quite awhile together. And then...he betrayed me. We had one fantastic year together...” she sighed.

“You must understand that I had fallen in love at a point in my life when, well...I thought I was done with love. Passionate trysts I felt confident in, but love? I had already had three great loves in my life and the last one ended...like a flame, slowly dying in the night. So to meet a man that reignited this intense passion in me...it felt like a miracle. And when he betrayed me, it felt like, like my life had collapsed utterly. I was a wreck. I had been following Bliss for more than a century at this point, almost a century and a half, and...well, it felt like the ultimate betrayal. I was furious. I burned with anger, with a desire for revenge...”

Skye shook her head and looked away, shame obvious on her features.

“I found a temple to Bliss. It was abandoned, overrun with plants but it served my purpose all the same. I razed it to the ground in my mindless fury. I destroyed the whole temple with my magical abilities. Then I passed out. The next morning, I awoke and I felt...horrible. I regretted what I had done immediately, but it had been done. I didn't know what to do. I wandered around Tomontica for another few weeks, then took a ship to this country. I was originally just going to go home...and then I stopped here, in South Cove.”

She looked over at the temple. “And I found this place. It had been abandoned for quite some time. There was a bad storm and the people around here...don't like elves. So I spent the night here. That night, Bliss came to me in a dream. She told me that if I stayed here, if I brought life to her temple and helped those who sought it for a time, she would forgive me for my rash actions. And, she didn't quite say it but I think she also wanted me to...heal, here. I agreed to do this. That was close to eight months ago now.”

“It doesn't seem like many people would stop by,” Owyn said.

“No, they haven't. But there were some. Mostly young maidens from the town, looking for birth control methods or advice. I've received a couple of young men who feel at their wits end, absolutely certain that no woman would ever want them. I've given them advice and once I slept with one. It was a bit of a gamble. I was worried he'd fall in love with me, but I trusted my instinct that he wouldn't. And he didn't. In the end, he thanked me and later admitted to me that it gave him the courage and confidence to ask a certain young woman out. I understand they're still going steady. So...that is my story, that is why I am here,” Skye explained.

“I'm sorry to ask, but...what did you mean when you said he betrayed you?”

“He tried to sell me as a sex slave to pirates,” she replied curtly.

“Oh...Gods, I'm sorry.”

“Me too. I...don't want to talk about it anymore. I don't want to remember it. But I am glad that my debt is served, and I do feel, well, not healed, but better. And I especially feel better after that world-class orgasm you gave me. I hope I did equally well for you. And sorry I didn't suck you off, I was just so horny.”

“It's fine,” Owyn replied.

She smirked. “Maybe I could do it now.”

“Maybe we could we swap. I'll do you and then you can do me,” Owyn suggested.

Skye laughed. “You really are a gift from the Goddess. That sounds fantastic.”

She hauled herself up and out of the water, sitting on the tub's edge. She looked perfect like that, glistening with water, her skin pale and smooth, her breasts beautiful, hair wet and plastered to her skull. She opened her legs for Owyn.

“I haven't been eaten out since I came to this place,” she said. “I'm looking forward to getting to remember what it feels like.”

“I'll do my best to please you,” Owyn replied.

He got in between her thighs and gently parted the lips of her pussy, exposing his sensitive skin and the small nub of her clit. A tremble of anticipation rippled through her muscles. Owyn leaned in and let his hot breath whisper across her exposed skin. Skye let out a small sound of sexual joy. Then he extended his tongue, touching its tip to her clit. The redheaded elf moaned as he started pleasuring her. She reached down and ran her fingers through his wet hair as he ate her out, slowly building up the pressure of his tongue and how much of it he was using. Skye groaned even louder, gripping his head more firmly.

“Oh my fuck...oh, I missed this so much,” she moaned. “You are really good this...”

Owyn kept going, reaching up and slipping a finger into her. Skye let out a surprised shout of rapturous bliss as he did this, pressing once again up into her sensitive spot while, at the same time, licking rapidly at her clit.

“Oh yes...yes...yes just a bit more I'm so fucking close...OH FUCK YES!” she shrieked and then she was coming.

Owyn pulled his head back slightly, watching the juices escape her, the contractions of her muscles around her pussy. Her hands fell to her sides and her head flopped back. For a second he was concerned she might fall over, either backwards or forwards into the water, but she managed to keep herself upright as she came. When it was over, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Rubbing at her eyes, she slipped back into the tub.

“That was amazing,” she said. “I hope I do half as good in return. Hop up, it's your turn.”

Owyn did as he was told, hopping up onto his side of the tub. He was already hard again, ready for action. He watched intently as Skye shifted through the water, smiling at him, apparently eager to repay him. She came to be before him, her head at his crotch. Her pale hand came up out of the water and she took a sure grip on his cock.

“Sorry if my technique is a little off,” she said. “It's been awhile.”

“I'm sure you'll do fine,” Owyn replied.

Skye laughed. “Cause even lame oral still feels great, right?”

“Right.”

She opened her mouth and let her tongue snake out. As he had licked her, now she began to lick him. Owyn groaned, feeling pleasure begin to sizzle through his cock. She continued licking him all over, then she slipped his dick into her mouth. He could feel her muscles working as she sucked him off, then she began to bob her head.

“Oh, Skye,” he groaned. She wrapped her forefinger and thumb around his dick and began to move it up and down in sync with her lips. “You are not bad at this,” he gasped.

She kept sucking, going faster and faster, the pleasure building up in him, rising to a primal crescendo. She kept this up for another minute or so before he popped. Apparently sensing this, Skye took him out of her mouth and got a bit lower. Owyn watched in pure sexual ecstasy as she began jacking him off into her mouth. His dick began kicking violently in her hand and spurts of his seed jetted out of its tip.

Some of it got into her mouth, but some got onto her lips and her cheeks and chin. She didn't seem to mind this at all. She just kept jacking him off, working his dick at a feverish pace, sending powerful waves of absolute sexual bliss pounding through him. He slowly came back to himself as the orgasm tapered off. When she saw that he was finished, Skye took his cock into her mouth and slowly pulled it back out.

Then she ducked down beneath the waters and cleaned herself up.

“So, how was it?” she asked as she surfaced.

Owyn slipped back into the water. “It was a genuine return to pleasure,” he replied.

Skye laughed. “Good.”

“I hope I've pleased Bliss. She gave me specific instructions to...please you.”

“If that's what she wanted then, by the Goddess, you delivered. That was some great sex and some awesome oral...you know, I'm hungry. Starving, actually. You want to hang around for dinner? Actually, you want to spend the night? I could do with a few more rolls in the hay.”

“That sounds fantastic,” Owyn replied.

“Good. I'm glad I can leave now, but...well, it's been too long since I've had anything like a boyfriend. Even a temporary one. Do you have to be anywhere? See anyone?”

“Not at as far as I know.”

Skye smiled. She moved across the tub and rested against him. “Good. I want to keep you to myself, at least for a few days more.”

“I'd very much like the same thing,” Owyn replied.

They fell into a comfortable, companionable silence, resting against each other in the heated tub as the rain continued to fall all around them.

CHAPTER III

Owyn was excited, but he was also nervous.

He'd left the temple in South Cove, and Skye, earlier today. They'd stayed together for three days, having meals together and...well, a lot more sex. They were both returning to the world of sex, though for Skye, she had been away for much longer. He'd also helped her pack her things, or sell them off down at the market, though they left most of the stuff behind for whoever would maintain the temple next.

Now he was off to another small village that sat along the coast. Sunfish Shore. Apparently, they caught a lot of sunfish around there. He hadn't ever heard anything else worthwhile about the town and now that he was walking into it, he saw why. It wasn't very big, about the size of Fish View. After everything he'd seen, towns like this seemed so much...smaller. Boring, really. In fact, if he hadn't been operating under specific instructions delivered by a Goddess in his sleep then he would have never bothered with this place.

The final night he'd spent at the temple had been filled with a lot of passion and thus he'd crashed headlong into a pretty heavy sleep. That night, last night, he'd received his first vision. It was strong, powerful, almost overwhelming. He supposed talking with a Goddess was like that for a reason. She'd told him that there was a woman in Sunfish Shore, a sad woman named Lorna who had recently been left by her husband.

In the same way the young men who came to Skye had no confidence in themselves, Lorna had lost whatever confidence she had and she had prayed to Bliss for help of some kind. Apparently, Owyn was to be that help. Bliss explained that it was simple: the only thing keeping Lorna from being confident was her own perceptions. She had no reason not to be. But, sometimes, hot, casual sex with an attractive stranger was just what some people needed. He had his doubts about his own attractiveness, but Bliss assured him it would work.

And here he was.

It was about an hour past noon. There was almost no one about. Any kind of lunch rush that might have swarmed into the town was gone now, the workers back to work for the second half of the day. It was actually pretty nice. Peaceful. Owyn stood at the edge of town, wondering for the moment as to how he was supposed to find Lorna. Though, he supposed, since he was being led by an actual Goddess, it shouldn't be too hard.

So, at first, he simply went about his business.

There really wasn't much more he needed to buy, as he'd made a point of making all the purchases that could be made back in South Cove. Now that he was here in Sunfish Shore, however, Owyn decided that he would indulge in some sunfish. They were the most common kind of fish to be caught and sold, thus they were cheap, thus he'd pretty much grown up on them. After a little while he'd kind of burned out on the taste, but enough time had gone by that it had settled into a kind of nostalgic yearning.

That meant he was hungry and in a good place for it.

Owyn made his way down the main road of the village, in between a collection of simple houses with thatched roofs and wooden walls, casually looking the area over. He'd received a glimpse of Lorna in his dream, (he was uncomfortable using the word vision, though it would be more technically accurate), and he remembered her being quite attractive. She'd been a slim woman with tanned skin and dark black hair, but beyond that he couldn't recall anything else. Where could she be? Owyn tried not to worry about it.

He made his way out of the residential area and into a more commercial section of town. He heard the familiar banging of a blacksmith's hammer, the occasional cries of merchants selling their various wares and, beneath it all, the soft whisper of the ocean nearby. It was a soothing sound that he'd rediscovered over the past few months. Owyn continued looking around until his eyes fell on a simple stall that was serving food.

Specifically, freshly fried sunfish.

He walked over to it. The person was clearly bored, waiting to serve off whatever was left of the lunch rush, and perked up as Owyn approached.

“Hello, sir, would you care to purchase some sunfish?” he asked eagerly.

“I certainly would,” Owyn replied.

He haggled with the guy a bit over the price, though only because he felt he should. After killing that Minotaur, he was doing pretty well for finances. The man handed him a skewer with bits of sunfish stuck on it and Owyn took it, walked over to a nearby bench, sat down and began eating. He pulled out a bottle of water from his backpack to enjoy with his meal. For a little while, he simply sat there, ate, drank, and was at peace.

It was nice.

He liked being at peace. It was a great change of pace from the chaotic nightmare his life had been before coming home and just...getting ahold of himself. Owyn scanned the scant amount of people passing through this part of the village. For a little while there were only some men, no women. Then a few women walked by, but none of them had black hair or seemed to pay him any mind. Owyn finished his foot and drink, putting both the bottle and the skewer into his backpack. As he straightened up from doing that, he saw her.

Lorna stood across the way, staring intently at him, her eyes wide, a cautious smile on her face. When Owyn began to grin himself, her smile blossomed into something more beautiful. It was her all right. She had found him.

They had found each other.

Owyn stood and casually shrugged into his backpack. He knew not to make any kind of scene or anything. They were in a small, conservative town that liked to talk and gossip and watch. Instead, once his pack was secure, he crossed the square and came to stand before her. For a moment, they simply stood there and looked at each other. Lorna was even more attractive than he had initially come to believe from his dream.

She was about five and a half feet tall and slim, like he'd glimpsed previously. Her hair was very dark, very black, shoulder length. It framed her face, which was tanned like the rest of her exposed skin, little of it there was. She was wearing some simple, loose-fitting pants and a short-sleeved work shirt. She was in a very good shape. Her eyes were a blue-green sheen, the color of the ocean on some days. There were the beginnings of some wrinkles around the edges of her eyes and mouth, but they weren't unattractive.

“Hello,” she said, with a small smile. “You are a blessing, aren't you?”

“Well...I am acting on behalf of Bliss,” Owyn replied awkwardly. “How would you like to handle this?”

“Follow me back to my house. If anyone asks, I've hired you help make some minor repairs,” Lorna replied.

Owyn nodded and began to follow her into another residential area. He felt that familiar excitement begin to rise within him as he walked through the small town. He was about to make love with a beautiful, mature woman. It wasn't a pleasure he had experienced often. It didn't take long to get to Lorna's house.

She lived in a simple house. There were just three rooms: a bedroom, a kitchen, and living area. It all looked a bit...barren. There wasn't much in the way of furniture or personal belongings. There wasn't much of anything really.

“I can't believe you're really here,” Lorna said as soon as they were inside and she had shut and locked the door. “What's your name?”

“Owyn Fisher.”

“And you're from Bliss...I wasn't sure she'd answer my prayers. You're here to...” she smiled and he realized she was blushing.

“To pleasure you,” Owyn confirmed. “To...reignite the spark, I suppose.”

“That's good. I...” she sighed, walked to one of the two chairs in the living room and sat down heavily. Owyn joined her, sitting in the other. “I've had a hard couple of months. Normally, I'm very in control of my life. But after I found my husband cheating on me with a woman almost half my age and initiated the divorce, I found myself in a...well, to put it bluntly, a shitty situation. Suddenly, friends I had known for years turned their back on me. They had decided that if my husband of fifteen years had decided to go looking for younger pussy, it was my fault. Which is bullshit. I love sex. And I've never cheated on him.

“I think he just got tired of me. He fell out of love with me. I can't necessarily say I even blame him. There hadn't been passion in the relationship for awhile now. But to do this...it was too much. I've been...considering moving away to another city. A fresh start kind of deal. But I'm...doubting. I'm not sure. I've made such an investment here. I've spent my whole life here. And then, of course, on top of the fears of moving to a brand new city, I'm now concerned that I...ugh, it's so embarrassing, but it's why you're here...

“I'm concerned that I'm no longer attractive. It's a stupid thing to be worried about, on top of all the other things. I know I'm capable. I can hunt, I can skin, I worked at the blacksmith's for years...” she sighed and shook her head. “And now I've prayed to a Goddess to send me a handsome young man to fuck me and that's supposed to solve all my problems.”

“Lorna,” Owyn said, “I...don't know how helpful I'll be, but I'll certainly try. First of all, I think it's actually pretty normal to be worried about your attractiveness. It's...human. We're sexual beings. It's what we all think about a lot. I know I do. The key is just not letting it take control of you. But sometimes the best answer seems to be...yeah, just to get laid by someone you think is hot. I don't know if you think I am-”

“Oh, you definitely are, Owyn,” Lorna replied warmly.

“Thank you. I'm glad. And, secondly, just to lay the idea to rest, at least from my perspective, I think you're extremely attractive. And I'm not just here because a Goddess told me to be. That is, I mean...well, let's just say that if you hit on me pretty much at random, I'd be very happy to go home with you and enjoy a night of passion.”

“You really mean that, don't you? I can tell you're not lying...” She hesitated, then chewed on her lower lip for a moment. “Well, speaking of passion, you want to, uh, get to it?”

“Yes, definitely,” Owyn replied.

Lorna smiled. They both stood up. Owyn felt his pulse begin to race as she led him back into her bedroom. Like the living room, it was starkly furnished. Just a double-wide bed tucked up into one corner, a dresser in another corner, and a simple desk and chair. None of this grabbed his attention like Lorna did as she took off her shirt. Unlike most of the other women he'd been with, there wasn't a lot of nearly violent passion in her movements or her demeanor. She was slow, almost cautious. Owyn wasn't sure how to interpret her hesitation.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“Why are you asking?” she replied, an edge of worry to her voice.

“It's just that you seem, uh, a bit nervous. Kind of anxious.”

“I am nervous, but it's not because I'm unwilling. I really want to do this,” she replied. She began to pull off her bra, then stopped. “I'm sorry if I'm nervous. It's just that I haven't done this with someone else in a long time. The last time I had sex with someone besides my husband was nearly ten years ago when we were feeling, uh, adventurous, and swapped partners with another couple for the night. It was a lot of fun but ultimately he didn't like it. I did, I thought it was great, but he wanted to close the relationship back to just us, which I was fine with. Ironic, really, given that he was the one who ended up cheating...”

She sighed. “No, I want to do this. I really do. It's just been so long since I've been with another man that I'm nervous.”

“I understand. Try to relax,” Owyn said. He took off his shirt.

“Wow,” she murmured. “You're pretty fit.”

“I travel a lot,” Owyn replied. He walked over to Lorna and placed his hands on her shoulders. “If anything makes you uncomfortable or if you're just not into anything, please tell me right away. I'll stop. Sound good?” he asked.

“Yeah, that sounds great.”

She still seemed to be waiting for him to make the first move, so he did. He had to duck down a bit, given that she was about half a foot shorter than him, to kiss her. She responded immediately when he pressed his lips against hers. Reaching up, she placed her hand against the back of his neck and pulled him a bit closer.

Sensing that it may be something she'd want, Owyn leaned down and, without breaking the kiss, picked up her up and carried her slowly across the room. He stopped kissing her briefly as he laid her down on the bed, then he kicked off his boots and pulled down his pants and boxers. While he was doing this, Lorna finished getting undressed, pulling off her bra and freeing her high, firm breasts. Within a moment, they were both fully naked. Owyn climbed into bed with her and resumed kissing her, slipping his tongue in.

He started to run his hands across her firm, tight body. She really was in fantastic shape. He loved the feel of her as she pushed herself against him. There was a sort of passionate lust in her, something that seemed to surprise her. He tried to imagine what it must be like, to not have been with anyone but the same person for a decade. To be over twice the age he was now and suddenly be jumping into bed with someone just at the dawn of their own adulthood. He hoped it was fun. He intended to at least try to make it fun.

With this in mind, he began kissing down the length of her body. She let go of him and watched him as he kissed first across her chest, pausing to give a bit of attention to each of her nipples, eliciting small gasps of pleasure from her, then down across her stomach, to her hips and then her thighs. Carefully, he placed a hand in between her trim thighs, parting them. She opened her legs for him, exposing herself.

“Don't worry, I'll go slow,” Owyn said as he leaned in, still sensing some tension from her.

“Okay,” she replied softly.

He placed his thumbs on either side of the narrow slit that was her vagina and carefully parted the lips there, exposing a small field of pink, glistening flesh that the small, white nub of her clit was nestled in, waiting for him. Leaning in closer, Owyn let his hot breath whisper out of his mouth, washing it across her sensitive skin.

“Oh boy...” she whispered and he felt a tremor of anticipation ripple through her body.

Grinning, Owyn then extended his tongue and touched it carefully to her clit. Lorna let out a low moan as he did this.

“Oh, yes...” she groaned as he began to massage her clit with the tip of his tongue. In the way that most women seemed to almost reflexively do, she reached down and began to run her fingers through his short, dark hair. “Oh, Owyn...” she moaned softly. “It's been...it's been quite a long time since I've enjoyed this pleasure.”

Owyn responded to that by using more of his tongue and pressing harder. She cried out as he started licking her clit more quickly, making sure to work up a lot of spit to increase the pleasure even more. He kept going, minutes going by as his tongue and jaw muscles got a real workout. He wanted to give her as much pleasure as he could. By the end, he was using his tongue and lower lip, and he slipped a finger inside of her. She was very tight and extremely hot and wet. He began fucking her with his finger, pushing up into her most sensitive spot, and finally that was what set her off. She clapped both her hands over her mouth as she began to cry out from the orgasm that had been set off. It was quite the climax.

Owyn sat back and let her come, seeing a hot, powerful spray of juices escape her pussy as her entire body twisted and writhed, her muscles very obvious just beneath her tanned skin. He simply sat there and watched, enjoying the show as she came, listening to the muffled sounds of her screams of sexual rapture.

It seemed to take her quite awhile, but when she was finally finished, she slumped back, almost boneless now, and lay still, save for the heaving of her chest as she tried to catch her breath. There were tears in her eyes.

“Thank you,” she breathed, her words very genuine. “Thank you so much.” She sniffed, reached up, brushed at the tears in her eyes and laughed softly.

“You're welcome,” Owyn replied, smiling. “I'm very glad I could help.”

“Can we make love now? Can I be on top?” she asked.

“Of course.”

They swapped positions and Owyn laid down on his back, eager for the sex now. He was hard as a blade and ready to go. Lorna got on top of him, wasting no time as she lined herself up with him and slid his cock smoothly into her. She moaned as she began lowering herself repeatedly onto it. Owyn's own voice joined hers as the sexual bliss hit him like a drug. She was incredibly tight inside. He imagined it was a combination of how petite and fit she was, and the fact that she probably hadn't had sex in a little while.

He stared up at her as she rode him, her eyes closed, mouth open. She seemed completely lost in the act of lovemaking, utterly and wholly consumed by the pleasure his dick was giving her. He was pretty much lost in the sexual ecstasy that her tight, mature pussy was giving him. She was bouncing at a great, almost frantic pace atop him now, taking his entire length into her over and over again, building the pleasure to a crescendo.

“Lorna, I'm going to finish,” Owyn gasped.

“Wait, not yet,” she replied.

“Can I finish inside of you?” he asked.

“Yes...just a moment...”

She reached down and began to stimulate herself, rubbing her clit vigorously with the tip of her finger. It didn't take very long. Owyn always loved what came next. Lorna became to come. He felt her internal muscles begin to squeeze and contract, spasming violently as a hot gush of feminine sex juices began to escape her tight opening. He could feel it flowing down his dick, collecting on his thighs and hips and stomach.

She became much hotter and wetter inside, and she rode him furiously, bringing about his own orgasm. Within seconds, Owyn was coming. He cried out, his voice very loud in the confines of her bedroom, and he felt his dick begin to pulse and throb as it shot his seed deep within her. He could feel it leaving his body, shooting out of him in thick, powerful spurts, filling her up. Before long, both of their orgasms had ceased.

Lorna fell forward, resting against Owyn, her head on the pillow next to his. They were both sweaty and trying to catch their breaths. Eventually, she pulled him out of her and laid down on the bed next to him.

“You know, I was worried that might be weird or something,” she said after a moment of drawn out silence.

“Weird how?” Owyn replied.

“I'm not sure. I mean, I used to sleep around when I was younger and it was easier to get away with. Not that it was ever actually easy to get away with in this village. But I'd occasionally talk some guy into bed or meet a hunter or adventurer out in the wild when I was hunting in the forest near the village. It was fun. I'd forgotten how fun it was. I guess I thought it might be awkward to go from strangers to sex in like ten minutes. Though I guess we do have a bit of a connection. I'm glad it was good.”

“It was really good,” Owyn agreed.

Lorna rolled over and smiled at him. “So I've still got it?” she asked.

“Yes. Definitely.”

She laughed. “Good. You know, I'm not that worried about moving anymore. I want to do it now. And it wouldn't be too difficult.”

“Where do you want to move?”

“Somewhere the total opposite of this village. Somewhere big and busy. A place where people won't get in your business. I was thinking of Mist.”

“That would actually be perfect. You know, I've been to Mist several times. I could help you pack up and move there, get established, if you wanted.”

“That's a bit of a commitment...Bliss didn't order this, did she?”

Owyn shook his head. “No. She didn't really order me to have sex with you, either. More like...suggested. I could have said no. It'd have been stupid. But this offer is me and me alone.”

“I'm sure you have more important things to do.”

“I consider this important.”

“Why?”

Owyn considered it for a moment. “I guess, because...I know what it's like to live in a small town. What it's like to desperately crave something more, something bigger. And I know what it's like to just...go out into the world alone. It can be lonely and frightening at times. Not to mention, dangerous.”

“Then I'll accept your help.” She leaned over and kissed him. “There's a lot to do. But...for now, I thought maybe we could wash up and then get dirty again. And again.”

Owyn laughed and kissed her back. “That sounds great.”

CHAPTER IV

“Ah...Lucy...yes...keep going!” Owyn gasped.

He stared up at a big breasted, mocha-skinned incarnation of lust and pleasure. She was smiling benevolently down at him, riding him, her huge breasts bouncing with her motion. Her name was Lucy and she ran the small temple to Bliss that Owyn had discovered two nights ago. They'd been together ever since.

“You ready to come?” she asked, her voice as smooth as silk and sweet as honey.

Owyn reached up and grabbed her breasts. “Almost,” he gasped.

“Good boy,” she said.

She kept bouncing on his cock, her powerful thigh muscles bulging just beneath her soft skin, supporting her. She was resting on her knees and shins, guiding herself up and down his rigid length. Owyn looked down and became lost in the sight of her tight, smooth pussy taking in his length over and over again.

“Okay,” he gasped. “Okay, I'm ready.” He wasn't sure why she wanted to know, but with her next action, he discovered the why of it immediately.

With a smirk, Lucy got up off of him in a flash and dropped down between his legs. Owyn watched, absolutely mesmerized, as she took his cock into her mouth and began sucking on it, bobbing her head rapidly. He cried out as his orgasm came then and, as if some great dam had been burst inside of him, his cock was spitting out thick, powerful spurts of his seed. Lucy gripped his cock in her small but capable fingers and began rapidly jacking him off, only making the whole thing feel even better. Owyn let out a low yell of ecstasy.

He continued watching her as she worked his dick, sucking all of his seed out, looking like, at that moment, the sexiest woman in the whole world. He could feel his dick kicking and thrashing in her grasp, almost like a beast caught by a trap that is trying to escape. But Lucy's grasp was sure and certain and she pumped his dick dry. After his orgasm had tapered off, she sucked powerfully as she slowly slipped it from her mouth. When it was free, she licked it, then she smiled up at him and slowly sat up.

“How was that? Worthy of a follower of Bliss?” she asked.

“Worthy of the Goddess herself,” Owyn replied, flopping back heavily onto her huge, lavish pillows.

Lucy laughed and stood up. “If Bliss was like the other deities, she would consider that blasphemy,” she said, crossing the room. “But thank you.”

“Thank you,” Owyn replied with feeling. “That was...wow. You are really skilled at that.”

“Glad to hear I haven't lost my touch,” Lucy replied. She grabbed a bottle of dark red wine from her dresser and took a deep drink.

Owyn rolled onto his side and stared at her large, shapely backside. She had that perfect form that he'd so fallen in love with: the almost teardrop shape of her thick ass that narrowed noticeably as it met her back. She kept herself in remarkable shape.

“Come, soak with me,” she said.

“Gladly,” Owyn replied.

She had a sunken, magically heated tub in her bedroom. He rose from the bed and stretched, popping his back and neck. It was early morning and this had been morning sex. Arguably the best kind of sex.

She'd come all over him just before he'd gotten off and, on top of that, he was still sticky and sweaty from the two sexual sessions the night previous. He crossed the room and slipped into the tub with her. It was large and luxurious. The temples seemed to be like that. On top of being devoted to love and sex and pleasure, something that seemed to be a close second was utter comfort and relaxation. Owyn was hesitant to call it hedonistic, because all the women he'd come across, (he had yet to encounter a male devotee to Bliss, though he thought that might be in some small part thanks to the Goddess herself, since Owyn was straight), worked hard to maintain their temples or whatever else they were doing.

As he soaked in the steaming tub, Owyn let his mind drift.

It had been a month since he'd first made contact with the Goddess of Love and Sex. Since then, he'd received five dreams from her, giving him instructions and directions. Technically, they were closer to visions, but he still wasn't entirely comfortable with that idea. He wasn't sure why, but thinking of them as dreams made him feel better. For the most part, Owyn had been wandering along the coast, back towards the southern beginnings of the Redwood Forest, and he'd stopped to service a handful of women.

They were mainly women who looking for a bit of sexual exploration, some casual, fun sex, but they lived in areas that made that difficult or even dangerous. Owyn, through his instructions from Bliss, provided them with that casual sex. Not only was he skilled at what he did, (he was slowly coming to acknowledge this about himself), but he offered them friendly, good and, most importantly, safe sex. Not just safe as in free of risk from pregnancy or sicknesses, but safe as in free of judgment, free of a man that might potentially try to force more out of them than they were willing to give, free from any kind of physical harm.

He absolutely loved that about his job.

Obviously, the sex was great, and coming inside of a woman without any protection, without anything between them, was possibly the apex of physical pleasure, but there was more to it. He took a great deal of joy in the fact that he was able to provide pleasure, security, and comfort to these women. For some reason, the general feeling of his country seemed to be that casual sex was wrong, that sex was this dirty, ugly, barely tolerated aspect of society that only deviants really cared about. Which was utter shit.

Almost everyone loved sex.

In his month of wandering, winter had finally died and spring was truly born. The countryside was awash in all manner of beautiful, vibrant color. He'd last serviced a sexually frustrated woman who wasn't interested in being married off and was happy with her life, except for the fact that she found it a bit difficult to get laid with any kind of regularity. Just before they'd parted ways, the woman told him about a temple to Bliss about a mile outside of town, just off the beaten path. Since he was a follower of Bliss, he figured he should pay it a visit.

And he had been rewarded for this.

He'd found Lucy, a beautiful woman originally from Tomontica. She'd told him snippets of her past over the past two days he'd stayed there with her. In between sex and meals, they would work. He helped her maintain the temple. What that had meant so far was gathering up random odds and ends that might be worth something and making a trip back to the local town to sell them off. Lucy was very charismatic, on top of being ridiculously beautiful, so she always managed to get a great price for whatever she sold.

She’d then used the profits from that to buy some brick and mortar and seeds for the temple. Owyn had helped her get all this back and make some simple repairs to the outside walls of the temple, then helped her tend to the small garden of vegetables she was growing out back. All he really knew about her was that she was very smart, she had once been a bounty hunter and, after that, she'd spent two years as a prostitute, at first in Tomontica, then in Mist. One thing Owyn had learned was that he got along very well with prostitutes.

“Is there anything else you need help with?” Owyn asked after several minutes had passed.

Lucy offered him a winning smile. “I appreciate that Owyn, but I know you received a message from our Goddess last night.”

“How'd you know?” Owyn replied, honestly surprised.

“I felt it, simple as that. It tends to happen with a literal deity makes any kind of mark on the world around you. What did she say?”

“There's a woman, a witch, who lives out in the wilderness who...needs my services.”

“Oh, sounds sexy.”

“Yeah...”

“Well, I won't press you for details. That's between you and Bliss and the woman in question. But again, I thank you for your offer of help. However, I have things under control here. And if there's any help I need, I can always tempt some cute young man away from the local village for a day of hard labor and a night of hard sex.”

“Gods, I wish I had someone like you around when I was younger.”

Lucy just smiled.

They soaked in the tub for a bit longer and before too long, Owyn got out and dried off. He knew that if he lingered much longer, it would turn into sex again. It was very difficult to be around a woman this beautiful, who was naked and willing to fuck him, and not start thinking about fucking her. And it'd be nice, but he knew he had to get going. The place he was headed for was about an eight hour walk and he also had to head back to town to stock up on food and other supplies that had been used up recently.

After he dried off, Owyn gathered up his clothing from its various places around the room, (he'd undressed quite frantically the night before), and pulled them onto his body. Lucy joined him, slipping into the loose-fitting, comfortable clothing she tended to wear. He did end up staying for a brief breakfast. They ate on the back patio of the temple. The sun was slowly rising and noon was still several hours off. The air had that comfortable mix that contained both the warmth of the sun and the overnight chill.

A cool breeze washed across the area and there were clouds in the distance, threatening rain. This was the season of rainfall, for which Owyn was very grateful. Rain was his favorite. They ate vegetable and venison stew and drank milk beneath the morning sun's happy beams and chatted lightly about a few of their more interesting encounters. Owyn had been perfectly content relaying his various sexual experiences to Lucy over the past few days, even the ones with inhuman women. She particularly liked the sex he’d had with Lexi.

When the meal was over, Owyn pulled on his backpack. Lucy walked him to the temple's entrance, thanked him for everything and gave him one, last impassioned kiss. He returned it heartily, unable to keep from smiling.

As he walked out, Lucy smacked his ass. “Don't be afraid to come back.”

“I will definitely come back the next time I'm around here,” Owyn replied.

Lucy smirked and watched him go. As he made his way back towards the nearby village, he felt a small pang of sadness at leaving Lucy behind. Not because he felt guilty, he had learned that casual sex and quick relationships were his preferred choice, but more just because he missed her and he knew he would miss her for a few days more.

Owyn adjusted his pack and kept walking.

…

The day passed slowly.

He made the stop back at the village and spent a bit of the coin he'd been collecting up over the past several weeks. Owyn knew that after this trip, he was going to have to make a pilgrimage back to Fish View like he promised. When he'd bought all the things he intended to buy, he hit the road and stuck to a brisk pace.

And he thought about his 'dream'.

Bliss had come to him last night, as she did about every week or so. Sometimes twice in a week, depending. She had instructed him to walk to the Redwood Forest and shown him a map, the same map that was still fresh in his memory. Within the Redwood Forest, he would discover a woman by the name of Hazel.

A witch of the land.

She lived by herself in a cabin, brewing potions and helping tend to the needs of the forest. He wasn't sure what that meant, exactly. From the glimpse he'd received of her, Hazel seemed very beautiful indeed. She was built a bit like Lucy had been: curvaceous, voluptuous. Though she didn't seem quite as trim as the Tomontican priestess, which wasn't a problem with Owyn. He remembered her having very pale skin and flaming red hair, a particular favorite of his. Beyond that, he wasn't sure, it had only been a fleeting glimpse.

She was waiting for him.

She knew he was coming and she had a single desire from him, something she had prayed to Bliss for help with.

And Owyn was to be this help. Sex was involved, yes, but it wasn't exactly the point. He imagined there would be a decent amount of hot, pleasurable lovemaking involved, but it was the intent behind it that made him hesitate even as he walked along the path towards the forest. This woman, Hazel, was looking for a child.

She wanted someone to impregnate her.

It was a very odd thing to be off on a journey to inseminate a woman he didn't even know. It was especially odd given that he had spent time making sure that he specifically would not impregnate the women he mated with. Though, of course, most of the women he fucked were very knowledgeable in the ways of the world and had already taken preventative measures against it. There were lots of ways to avoid an unwanted pregnancy, most of them related to magic. Some people took an infertility potion to make it impossible for a given period of time. Others wore rings or necklaces that achieved the desired effect.

There was also sheepskin condoms, which Owyn had only used a few times.

But now he was going to have unprotected sex with a woman in ever sense of the word, with the intention of producing another life. It was something that he'd thought about briefly and had quickly come to the conclusion that he wasn't anywhere near prepared for it, despite the fact that there were some people who thought the younger you have a child the better. Of course, if you lived on a farm and needed a lot of help, well, having a big family made sense. But for someone like Owyn? No, a family would only be a hindrance.

Bliss had sensed his hesitation in the dream and asked him to at least go and meet Hazel. She would explain herself, her reasoning and her desires to him, and then he could decided whether or not he wanted to do this. Bliss said that, as always, he would have a choice in the matter, but she understood that this was not a usual request and she understood completely if he decided against doing this.

Owyn had come to the conclusion that he should at least hear Hazel out.

What was truly motivating him, however, was something that made him vaguely uncomfortable. It was this: the simple idea of impregnating a woman was oddly appealing to him, even knowing that he had absolutely no interest in raising a child. Well, perhaps appealing wasn't the right word. Erotic was. The idea of making a woman pregnant was strangely arousing. It was something that had no bearing in logic, since he didn't find the idea of being a father appealing at all. It was the literal act of insemination.

But that didn't make any sense.

He supposed, however, that much of the niches and kinks that made up sexual arousal and attraction didn't make much sense and even the ones that did make sense could all be tied back to procreation. Men liked women with broad hips because it meant they would have a higher success of birthing a child without complications. Women with broad hips always had big asses, so that also made sense. He was sure there was some kind of correlation between breast size and healthy children and it worked the other way, too.

Women tended to be attracted to larger, healthier men because they would have a higher chance of breeding healthy children. And what was a better example of physical health than being big and cut with bulky muscles? On top of that, it also sent a subconscious message to the women that those men would be better at protecting their offspring. None of this, of course, was conscious. He didn't look at a woman with a big ass and think she'd be great at producing a child. It just rose from the murky depths of the brain as: Holy shit she's hot, I want to fuck her.

And it was that simple.

And that complex.

All these thoughts and more swirled through Owyn's brain as he made the trek towards the Redwood Forest. Eventually, he spied it on the horizon. The great, towering trees of the Redwood Forest, the generally accepted division of land between the human lands and the elven settlements on the other side. Owyn wasn't too sure about elven history. It wasn't something they felt like teaching. All he knew was that those lands on the opposite side of the forest were untamed and wild and mostly the forest itself.

The elves established colonies there several hundred years ago. They came from another continent to the west. They had every right to do so, since no one had claimed the lands, but then human settlers had found them and attempted to do just that: claim the lands. It hadn't gone well and a two year long war had broken out. That was about the extent of his knowledge. Obviously some kind of treaty had been agreed upon and this was all very old news but the bad blood between their two peoples lingered to this day.

Owyn had never bought into it. The few times he had met elves, they'd been pleasant and kind, not conniving thieves as most people would have him believe. And, actually, three of his encounters with them had been particularly pleasurable. Of course, one of those encounters was with a far elf, not the same situation at all.

It was about an hour away from sunset when he finally entered the forest, pushing easily into its perimeter. Unlike the Emerald Wild, the Redwood was much...tamer. There was a great sense of peace, of tranquility, in it. Very few actual beasts roamed the Redwood. Mostly it was just benign animals, going about their business. At least, that had been Owyn's experience. He moved along the beaten path for about half an hour, basking in the muted, warm sunlight and the presence of the huge, tall trees that soared overhead, before he came to the side path that had been indicated on the map Bliss had put in his head.

He followed it for a ways, heading deeper and deeper into the forest.

By the time he came upon the cabin, the sun was beginning to set.

It stood in the middle of a clearing, though there was no path leading to its front door. It looked like a simple affair, just a single-room structure with a chimney sticking out of the top. To the left and right of it were small gardens where what looked like a tremendous variety of flowers, herbs, and vegetables were growing. As Owyn approached the cabin, the door opened and he found himself looking at Hazel.

She was even more beautiful than he thought she was going to be.

And that was saying something.

She looked to be in her mid thirties, just a few inches shorter than he was, and she was indeed very curvy. Though she wasn't curvy in the same way Lucy had been, she was more filled out. She was also showing a lot of skin. All she wore was a very short skirt and a bra. Her skin had a healthy pale glow and her flaming red hair was tied in a loose ponytail. Her eyes, though, were the most vibrant of all: a powerful, almost glowing, intense green, like emeralds. There was something about this woman, a vivacity, almost as though she were a conduit for life itself. She was what some people would call an earth mother.

Everything from her pale glow to her curvaceous build seemed to scream fertility and life. It made her intensely attractive.

“Hi,” Owyn said, finally finding his voice.

Hazel smiled at him. “Hello. You must be the man sent by Bliss. Literally a gift from a Goddess,” she replied.

Her voice had a sexy, rough quality to it.

“Yes. Uh, I guess that would be me. But-”

“But you want to hear why I want to get pregnant, I imagine.”

Owyn simply nodded.

Hazel stepped out of the cabin. “That's fair.” She closed the door lightly behind her and walked over to him. “Walk with me. I have an herb I need to find out in the forest. It's most obvious at night, as it collects magic and sunshine during the day and lets off a faint glow. I'll tell you about myself while we hunt for it.”

“Okay, that sounds good,” Owyn replied.

Hazel offered her hand and Owyn took it. She laced their fingers together and they began walking away from her cabin, into the forest. She felt good: her skin warm and smooth and soft. As they began walking, Owyn thought about how strange it was, the amount of comfort and the sort of instant connection that something as simple as hand holding offered. It was almost like some kind of unwritten rule of the universe.

But he did feel close and connected with Hazel immediately.

“My name is Hazel, but I'm guessing She already told you that. I am...many call me a witch, it is the easiest title, I suppose. I do a lot of things. I'm a gardener, an herbalist, a magic user, a healer, a warrior, an isolationist. But, most importantly, I am a student of the forest. I study the Redwood. And I protect it.”

“From what?”

“Humans, mostly. You'll notice that the Redwood Forest is largely a peaceful place, free of many of the monsters that hunt humans and elves. There is a reason for this. And there is a reason it must remain this way. Because of the low risk involved, humans, and some elves, think it would be a good idea to hunt and mine the land in earnest. This would be very bad for reasons that are...quite complex. But if the Redwood Forest were to perish, or diminish, it would be very bad for the land as a whole. So I, and a few others like me, and some of the forest nymphs, the dryads, help protect the land and maintain it.”

“That sounds...like quite a cause to devote yourself to,” Owyn replied.

Hazel nodded. “Yes. It is. I was born here, in the forest, as my mother before me was. This is why I need a child. We 'forest witches' are descended from a group of women who came to the forest to learn its secrets and succeeded. And what they learned was that they needed to, at all costs, protect and preserve it. As my mother had me, I must now have a child and raise her, teach her to do the same. I must continue the line. This is why I asked you be brought to me. I need to have a child that the father will not be around for.”

“I'm curious. You don't want the father's influence and you seem certain that it will be a female you birth. Why is this?” Owyn replied.

“I'm not sure why but...women are better at what we do. And, as far as I've known, we've only ever birthed girls. And, well, this is a solitary job. As there isn't room for a permanent relationship in your life, there isn't one in mine.”

“What makes you say that?” Owyn asked, amused and somewhat startled, given how quickly she'd figured that out about him. “We just met.”

Hazel laughed softly. “I can read people well. It's an important skill to have in my line of work. And I figured that, well, if you're working for Bliss, you probably aren't in any kind of committed relationship.”

“Good point.”

They continued walking through the forest, the sun wholly gone beyond the horizon now. Blue moonlight washed across the landscape, soft and muted and beautiful. Whenever Owyn looked at Hazel, who had maintained her gentle but sure hold on his hand the whole trip, she looked even more attractive in the ghostly light.

“There,” she whispered suddenly, stopping.

Owyn looked ahead and to the left. Sure enough, he spied a squat, leafy plant that was giving off a faint white glow.

“This is perfect,” she said, letting go of his hand and moving forward. Owyn watched as she crouched near the plant, then carefully began to harvest it. Her movements were sure and certain and yet, at the same time, casual and fluid. When the job was finished, she stood back up, holding the plant in one hand and offering her right hand to his again.

He took it.

“So, you know my story, why I am here, why I want what I want. Will you give me your seed? Will you give me a child?” she asked.

Owyn had been thinking about this very thing while they walked, while she told him her story. He trusted that all of what she said was true, more importantly, he felt it was true, and he thought that this was as good a reason as any for the situation he found himself in.

“I will,” he said.

“Thank you. And, although it will only take once to inseminate me, as we 'witches' are particularly fertile women, and that the goal of this is pregnancy, I wanted to let you know that you don't have to leave right away, and...well, it doesn't all have to be business. I haven't been alone my whole life and I am quite skilled at pleasuring men.”

“I like where this conversation is going.”

Hazel laughed. “Good, I'm glad.”

“I'd love to stay with you for awhile and, apparently, I'm quite good at pleasing women. It isn't something I'd ever thought I'd be too good at, but...well, here I am. A disciple for the Goddess of Love and Sex, traveling the land, pleasuring women.”

“I'll let you know the quality of your work,” Hazel said.

She gave his hand a squeeze and Owyn grinned and squeezed it back, eagerly looking forward to the next few days.

…

They made their way back to the cabin.

Once they were inside, Owyn took a look around and Hazel went to do whatever it was she needed to do with the plant she'd harvested. Her cabin was all one room and decently sized. It had a kind of hectic organization to it. Items such as crystals, plants, tools, potions, and all other manner of magical and botanical memorabilia covered seemingly every surface, but Owyn felt that Hazel was the kind of person who knew where any one thing was at any given time. Across the room, Hazel finished whatever she was doing.

She turned and came to stand before him.

“So,” she said. “I wanted to ask you once more: are you sure you want to go through with this? Because I'm ready if you are.”

“I'm sure,” Owyn replied, and he was.

Hazel smiled. “Perfect,” she whispered.

Then she pulled off her bra, freeing her large, beautiful breasts, and tossed it aside. Reaching out, she grasped his wrists and brought his hands up, placing them against her breasts. Owyn felt a small groan of excited pleasure escape him and began to massage them, feeling her nipples press into his palms. She let him grope her for a little while longer before leaning and kissing him. Her lips were supple and soft, wet and warm. There was a slow passion in her kiss, not desperate but sure and certain. Hazel knew she was largely in control of this interaction.

He released his grasp on her breasts and slipped his hands around to her back, hugging her to him, deepening the kiss. Hazel parted his lips with hers and slipped her tongue in, skillfully probing, twining it with his own tongue, sharing saliva. She tasted very sweet, very good. Owyn reached down and slipped his thumbs into the waistline of her skirt. He began to pulled it down and off and she let him, adjusting her hips slightly to make it easier. Soon, it slipped to the floor of the cabin and he settled his hands on the thick swell of her ass. Fully naked now, she stood before him. She felt good, warm and soft and feminine.

Owyn found himself even more excited than usual as she began undressing him. He tried to help but she just shook her head and stilled his hand and he let her work. Her movements were slow but sure and there was definitely something very commanding about her. Soon, she had him free of his clothing and he stood equally naked before her. She took his hand, again lacing their fingers, and led him over to the bed.

“Now, we make love,” she said. “This first session will be sex. I promise foreplay will come later, but for now I...” she hesitated, and for a moment, it was like seeing a crack in her emotional armor. “I've been wanting this for a long time. I won't be able to think clearly until you come inside of me, until you make me pregnant.”

“I'm okay with that,” Owyn replied.

“Good. Will you be on top?”

“Yes, definitely.”

She kissed him again, then guided him to the bed. Lying down on her back, she opened her legs and looked up him. She was a visage of impossibly alluring beauty. “Come on,” she said, beckoning him. “Fill me up.”

How could he say no to that?

Owyn quickly got into bed with her, now so hard that it was almost painful. He got on top of her, in between her thick, pale thighs and began kissing her once more. She reached up and nimbly slipped a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss as she once again slipped her tongue into his mouth.

“There's some lube here,” she said when she broke the kiss, reaching over. “I love using it,” she added. “I'll put some on you.”

“That sounds great,” Owyn replied.

He pushed himself back up while she grabbed a glass bottle off of the small table next to her bed. It was filled with a murky green ooze. “I make it myself, mostly from tree sap,” she said as she poured some into her hand.

Setting the bottle aside, Hazel made a fist and squeezed a few times, getting it all over her hand, then she reached down and gripped Owyn's cock. He groaned as she started moving her hand slowly up and down its length, giving him a bit of a handjob. Once he was fully coated, she laid back down and opened her legs further for him. Owyn quickly got back in between them and guided his cock up to her tight, hot opening.

They both groaned in sexual unity as he penetrated her, moving himself slowly inside of her. He thrust carefully into her, working himself deeper, inch by inch, with each thrust, staring into her eyes as he did this until he was buried completely within her tight, mature pussy. The pleasure was immediate and powerful. She was extremely tight and wet, and the heat coming from within her was something else entirely.

“Do you like it?” she whispered, pushing herself against him in sync with his motions, smiling seductively up at him. “Does my pussy feel good?”

“Yes,” Owyn gasped. “Oh...fuck, yes!” he groaned as he started going harder, burying himself in her repeatedly. It was as if some kind of primal lust had suddenly taken hold him. All he could do was fuck her, going faster and harder. For a second, he wondered if she was using some kind of magic on him. If she was, he didn't mind.

The sex only felt even better.

There was no pause in their frantic lovemaking, none of the normal ebb and flow, the slowing down and then speeding back, no changing positions. It was about a one minute session of hurried, passionate sex, Hazel's vivid green eyes never leaving his the entire time, almost as though she was commanding him, commandeering his body. When his orgasm came, it was tremendous and powerful. It felt like it was sending shockwaves throughout his body, filling him with a vivid pink light of raw pleasure, robbing him of his other senses.

For a timeless segment, he was engulfed completely in his orgasm.

All he could feel was his dick, spurting hard, forcibly shooting his seed from his body, filling Hazel's incredibly tight and hot waiting pussy. The knowledge that there was no protection between them, that he was making her pregnant, only made him come harder. He could feel his hips jerking forward in motion with his orgasm, could hear Hazel crying out as he did this, could feel her fingernails digging into his back as he filled her up.

When it was over, Owyn slowly opened his eyes.

“Did you...were you using magic on me?” he asked.

Hazel smiled, a little awkwardly. “Yes. There is...fertility magic I've learned, to help ensure the pregnancy will occur. I'm sorry.”

“It's okay, I was just curious. I figured you might, given your abilities,” Owyn replied.

She smiled and kissed him.

They laid there like that for awhile, Owyn still inside of her, until she shifted. “How about we go out back? I've got a magic-infused tub that I like to soak in at the end of most days. We can talk some more. I want to get to know you.”

“I'd love to,” Owyn replied.

He pulled out of her and stood up, stretching and popping his back and neck. He'd been walking quite a ways and, on top of that, all the frantic activity, short through it was, had only worn him out more. He was looking forward to a good long sleep tonight. Though not as much as he was looking forward to some more sex with Hazel. He found himself staring at her huge, pale ass as she walked ahead of him, leading him out of the cabin and into the backyard. There was indeed a hot tub built into the ground not far from her house.

“You have a really nice place here,” Owyn said as they walked to the tub.

“Thank you. My grandmother built it, my mother added onto it, and I added even more. I put this tub in and I've expanded the gardens a bit. I'm thinking about putting a gazebo in but I'm not sure...so, tell me about yourself Owyn. How did you come in contact with Bliss?” she asked as they slipped in beneath the water.

Owyn spent the next half an hour or so going over his history. Hazel was particularly interested to hear that he'd mated with a dryad. As he talked, Hazel drifted closer to him in the tub, and by the time he got up to how he'd met her, she was practically in his lap. Enough time had passed that he was beginning to get aroused again.

“So...I was wondering, would you like me to ride your cock with my ass?” she asked.

“I'd fucking love that,” Owyn replied immediately.

Hazel laughed. “I figured you would. You really like my ass, don't you?”

“Yes. I love it.”

“Good. There's just one thing I want in return. Eat me out and I'll ride you with my ass.”

“Deal.”

She leaned in and made out with him for a little while, slipping her tongue in and skillfully twining them together, letting him run his hands across her wet, naked body. Then she broke away and got up onto the edge of the tub, spreading her legs for him. He got up to the edge of the tub and stared at her beautiful vagina. Reaching up, he spread her lips and leaned in, sticking his tongue out. He touched the tip of it to her clit.

Hazel let out a low moan as he started pleasuring her, stimulating her with little, slow up and down motions, using only the tip of his tongue at first. The witch's moans became louder and more passionate as Owyn began using more his tongue, licking rapidly at her clit, as eager to please her as he was all the other women he came in contact with. The sound of her voice, of her rough, smoky voice moaning in sexual pleasure, was its own reward. It was a beautiful sound, a pure sound. There was nothing quite like hearing a woman moan from her enjoyment of sex or foreplay and knowing that you were the one causing that sound.

Owyn slipped a finger inside of her, pushing up into her most sensitive spot repeatedly. She was still very tight inside and her pussy seemed to suck his finger back into her each time he pulled it back. Her voice went up another octave as he did this and he could feel her thighs trembling on either side of him. He knew what was coming and kept pleasuring her as much as he could, eating her pussy out and fingering her rapidly.

Hazel let out a loud shriek as she came.

Owyn pleasured her a bit longer, then pulled back, watching as a spray of sex juices escaped her pussy, spraying across her thighs, the muscles hard and rigid as the orgasm ripped through her. She leaned back, resting on the heels of her palms, and Owyn looked up, seeing her huge breasts bouncing and jiggling nicely as she came. When it was over, she slowly slid back into the water and leaned bonelessly against him.

“Thank you,” she said with real feeling. “That was amazing. It's been a little too long since my brush with the opposite sex, or any sex for that matter. I've had fun with dryads myself a few times. There's this one dryad I know who can really eat pussy...anyway, thanks. I really appreciate it. Now, my handsome young man, it's time for your pleasure.”

Owyn nodded and sat down in a comfortable position.

Hazel settled down into his lap, stretched, then got up a bit and reached down behind her, grabbing hold of his cock. She positioned it correctly, then began to settle her big, pale ass over it. They both groaned as he penetrated her ass. Owyn tried to control himself as the pure white-hot pleasure spiraled out from his cock. Being inside of her huge ass was incredibly wonderful. The fit was very tight, very snug.

Soon, she had worked him all the way up her ass. She reached out to steady herself, grabbing either side of the tub, and balanced on the seat he was sitting on below the water. He looked down and saw her huge ass in his lap, sliding up and down his cock with a smooth perfection that spoke of a great deal of practice.

Hazel let out a low moan. “Mmm...you like that? You love my ass?” she asked.

“Yes,” he gasped, reaching around and getting two handfuls of her massive breasts. “Yes, it's...oh fuck, it's so good...” he groaned.

She let out a small laugh and kept riding his cock, her movements slow and sure. It felt too good. Her ass was so tight, her tits felt so good in his hands, her skin soft and wet and smooth. Before he knew it, he was coming.

“Yes,” she said as she kept riding his cock, squeezing with her muscles, tightening herself up even more. “That's it, come in my ass.”

Owyn cried out, feeling his dick kick and twitch violently as it shot powerful spurts of his seed up her thick, perfect ass. As he finished coming, he released his hold on her bountiful breasts and sat back, letting out a breath he'd been holding.

“This is the part where I thank you,” he said.

“You're welcome,” Hazel replied. She got up, carefully pulling his cock from her ass, and sat down next to him. “You want some dinner? If you help me make it, we can have some stew pretty soon,” she said.

“I'd love that. I'm starving. Then I want to sleep, if you don't mind.”

“I don't. Share my bed with me tonight, and at least the next night. I do like to be alone most of the time, but I do get lonely from time to time. It's nice to have a handsome young man in my company, and...well, I'd like you nearby in the night for when I get horny.”

“I was just thinking the same thing,” Owyn replied.

Hazel laughed. “Good. Come on. Let's go make dinner.”

They pulled themselves up out of the tub and dried off with towels she had stored nearby. The moon had climbed into the sky by now and there was a pleasant chill on the air. The pair of them walked back to the house. Owyn pulled on some boxers and Hazel slipped on a large travel shirt and some panties. They spent the next half an hour or so putting together a stew of rabbit, venison, and vegetables from her garden. She added a number of spices and herbs that smelled strong but pleasant. They chatted while the stew boiled.

“Sorry if I keep asking this, but...well, are you really going to be okay with this whole arrangement? Knowing you have a child and not being involved in her life at all?”

“I am, but...well, were you okay never meeting your father?” Owyn replied.

“Yes. Sometimes I'd wonder, but I was never angry or frustrated. I never had some secret yearning to meet my father. For me, it was just...normal. As I imagine it was for my mother and as it will be for my daughter. I can promise you that she will be raised well. I mean, I think I turned out pretty well.”

“Based on what I've learned since meeting you, I'd have to agree. I'm curious, is Bliss the only Goddess you pray to?”

“No. I'm heavily involved with Vivian.”

“I'm not familiar with her.”

“That's surprising, given your...intimate association with a dryad. She's the Goddess of Nature. She has many names but Vivian is what she is known by here. She oversees the trees, the plants, the forests.”

“Huh. Interesting. I guess I've just never done much research because of...well, Gods and Goddesses aren't too well-received in this country.”

“I have noticed that.”

Hazel glanced over at the stew and saw that it was steaming quite powerfully. She stood and moved over to it, taking it off the fire and letting it set and cool for a bit before spooning some out into two bowls.

“How can you tell if you're pregnant or not? I mean...well, right away. I know there are obvious signs later on,” Owyn asked while they ate.

“I can just tell,” she replied. “It's a witch thing. And, okay, well, there is a bit of magic involved. You seem pretty curious yourself. I guess that makes sense. I'll be able to do the test in the morning. Don't worry, you'll be the first to know. Well, after me.”

Owyn nodded. They finished their meal and, feeling stuffed, soon went to bed.

In the night, they woke and made love twice, though Owyn didn't remember much of it, given how tired he was from the previous day.

When the morning came, he slowly opened his eyes and was immediately given a view of Hazel's vivid green eyes, staring at him intensely. She was smiling.

“Did you do the test?” he asked, opening his eyes all the way.

“Mmm-hmm,” she replied.

“And?”

She smiled wider. “I'm pregnant.”

CHAPTER V

“Oh, Owyn, yes! Fuck me!”

Owyn groaned, gave Hazel's ass a hard slap and then gripped her broad hips and continued driving furiously into her from behind.

“Yes...yes...oh yes, I'm coming!” she shrieked.

Owyn moaned again in sheer pleasure as he felt her start to come. Inside, she was perfect, the pinnacle of pleasure as she grew hotter and wetter, her muscles trembling, squeezing and releasing, making her even tighter as she orgasmed on his dick. He started fucking her faster, giving himself to the sex, to the bliss and rapture and within seconds his orgasm joined hers. He cried out, hunching over her prone form on her hands and knees, grinding against her big ass as his cock began spitting the first spurts of his seed into her willing pussy.

Both of them moaned in furious pleasure as their respective climaxes filled them with pink ecstasy. Each fresh throb of his cock as it ejected another spray of his hot seed deep into Hazel's pussy sent a fresh shockwave of raw pleasure throughout his entire body. He gave himself completely to the experience, closing his eyes, digging his fingertips into her soft, warm skin, and stayed that way until he was drained dry.

When it was over, he opened his eyes and slowly straightened up, then pulled his extra-sensitive cock gently from inside of her and collapsed next to her on the bed as she fell forward at the same moment. Both of them, slicked in sweat and completely naked, spent a moment breathing heavily, getting their breaths back.

“I can't believe I got you pregnant,” Owyn said.

Hazel snorted and laughed. “That's the first thing you have to say to me?” she asked.

“Sorry, it's just on my mind. And it's really hot, for some reason. It really turns me on and I have no idea why because I don't want kids at all.”

“Your body wants kids. Your body is dumb and has stupid impulses,” Hazel replied. “Mmm...” She sat up, stretched and popped her neck. “I need a soak, then I want to go for a walk. There's something special I'd like to show you before you go,” she said.

“Sounds fine by me,” Owyn replied.

They both got up off the bed and left her small cabin, heading out into the backyard where the sunken, natural bathtub waited for them. The water was crystal clear and gently steaming. It looked terribly inviting.

Owyn settled into the water with Hazel, looking up at the sky. It was overcast today and he could smell rain on the air. That made him happy. He loved the rain. Glancing over at Hazel, he still found it hard to believe that he had impregnated this ridiculously beautiful, mature redhead. She would be carrying and birthing and raising his child. And he would have no involvement with any of it. That was the agreement.

It had been two days since the night he'd first made love to her and 'done the deed', so to speak. She'd asked him to stay at least one night, and he had. Then she'd asked him to stay for another night, so he had, and finally she'd asked him to stay one more night, and he had. He found it very hard to say no to her, and it wasn't like he had somewhere else he desperately needed to be right now. And they had made love many times since then. But this morning she had been clear, telling him, a little reluctantly, that she really should get back to her duties. Which meant that he had to move along and she had to be alone again.

However, she'd been hinting at a special something she wanted to show him before leaving. He wasn't sure what it was, but whenever she said it, she did so in a very suggestive, very sultry way, so he thought it was something sexy.

And he was always open to more sexy things.

Hazel seemed to sense his gaze on her and she stopped looking up at the sky, fixing him with her intense green eyes and an easy, sly smile.

“What?” she asked.

“Just...I'm still having a hard time getting over how fucking attractive you are. I mean...wow,” he replied.

She laughed. “Well, thank you, Owyn. I appreciate the compliment. You're pretty handsome yourself. Tall, dark. and handsome, a nice even tan, lots of muscle tone...mmm, I have to admit it's going to be hard to say goodbye to you. I've kind of forgotten what it's like to have a sex-crazed teenage boy around.”

“You have a lot of experience with that?” he asked, grinning back at her.

“No...not a lot, per say. But I've been known to tempt the occasional young man into my bed for a night or two of hot, filthy fucking.”

Owyn laughed. “Well, can't say that I blame you at all. Hot, filthy fucking is probably one of the greatest experiences in life.”

“It's definitely up there,” Hazel agreed.

“What's this surprise of yours?” Owyn asked.

Hazel shook her head slightly. She looked ridiculously sexy with her red hair wet, plastered to her skull and face. “It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, Owyn. But don't worry, I can definitely promise that you'll love it,” she replied.

Well, he'd tried. But he had to admit, part of him wanted it to remain a surprise.

So, the pair of them washed up in the natural tub and then got out, walked up the path to her cabin and toweled off. Since they'd already eaten a late breakfast, there was nothing left for them to do but to get to it. They both dressed in simple clothing, Owyn wore a set of loose-fitting traveling clothing and Hazel dressed as she always seemed to: in nothing more than a bra and a short skirt that both showed off a lot of skin and allowed for a great deal of comfortable movement. Once they were dressed, they headed out.

As they walked into the forest, Hazel took his hand and laced their fingers together. Owyn felt comforted by it. He always marveled at how immediately intimate something as simple as hand-holding could be. He was also impressed with how Hazel always seemed to know exactly where she was going. She led him easily through the Redwood Forest, moving down one natural path after another, seemingly at random.

“Where will you go after this?” Hazel asked.

“I'm not sure, really. I imagine I'll leave the forest and go towards the nearest town, and when I sleep next I'll get a message from Bliss.”

“What's it like?”

“It's...strange. But warm and comforting. I always feel really, really good whenever I wake up in the morning after having been visited by Bliss. She's very kind. Being her disciple is more than I ever could have realistically hoped for in my life.”

“It does sound nice,” Hazel murmured. “But I have my purpose and you have yours. Will you visit me later?” she asked.

“Certainly,” he replied. “I'd love to visit you if you'd have me.”

She grinned. “You won't be turned off by a swollen belly will you?” she asked.

“Oh Gods no. I think pregnant women are very attractive. You'll only be even more beautiful when you're noticeably pregnant,” he replied.

She smiled warmly at him and kissed him on the cheek, then squeezed his hand. “I'm glad I met you, Owyn.”

“I'm very glad I met you, Hazel,” he replied, squeezing her hand back.

They walked on.

…

By the time they had reached their destination, which turned out to be a huge, fallen tree that was hollow on the inside, it had started to rain. Not much, but enough to be considered a rainfall. As they walked inside, Owyn was surprised to see that the interior of the log was actually quite habitable. There was a simple bed, a desk and chair, and a small chest all laid out within it. Hazel walked inside and crouched by the chest, opening it.

“Who's is this?” he asked.

“Mine,” Hazel replied. “I made this furniture. I come here sometimes when I want to get away from my cabin or for other reasons.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of other reasons?” Owyn asked, grinning. There was just something about the way she'd said that.

“You'll see,” she replied cryptically.

Owyn sighed, pretending to be annoyed, and walked to the other edge of the hollowed out tree. He looked out at the forest and the gray rainfall and felt what he always felt when he looked at a particularly beautiful piece of natural landscape: serenity. There was just something inherently peaceful and tranquil about nature and he felt particularly lucky that he spent so much of his time out here in the wilderness.

“Owyn...” Hazel said.

“Yeah?” he replied, turning back around.

“Your surprise is here.”

Through the other end of the hollow log, he saw someone approaching. At first, he wasn't sure who or even what it was, except that they had a very feminine form. As the being drew closer, it resolved into something more familiar.

“A dryad,” he murmured.

And a tall one.

“Yes. This is my friend, Ivy. She's the dryad I mentioned earlier, the one that can really eat pussy,” Hazel replied.

The dryad, as she reached the edge of the log, heaved a sigh. “Gee, thanks for ruining my entrance, Hazel,” she replied.

“Hey, being good at oral is nothing to be ashamed of.”

Owyn studied this new woman standing before him, this stunning dryad. She was easily six and a half feet tall and very well-built. Just like Hazel, and most of the other dryads he had met, she was curvaceous and voluptuous and everything about her seemed to indicate natural health, beauty, and fertility.

“Um...hi, I'm Owyn,” he replied, finding it difficult not to stare at her breasts. She, like the other dryads he'd seen, was completely naked. Her skin was a light greenish color, tree branches, like antlers, rose from the top of her head, which was covered in grass patterned to resemble short, sexy hair. Her eyes, a furious emerald green, blazed with passion and intellect. She rested her hands on her broad hips and studied him.

“Hello, Owyn. As Hazel said, I am Ivy. It's a pleasure to meet you and I must say I'm very glad Hazel arranged for this meeting.”

“What...exactly, are we doing?” Owyn replied. “And how did you arrange for this meeting? I don't think you've left my presence since we first, uh, met.”

“I have ways of communication beyond physically getting up and tracking someone down,” Hazel replied. “And you two are going to be having hot, filthy, completely naked sex. And I am so going to watch,” Hazel replied.

“Oh...” Owyn replied, turning his gaze back Ivy.

“Do you wish to mate with me, Owyn?” she asked.

“Yes, very much,” he replied firmly. He absolutely wanted to be inside of her. It had been too long since he'd known the pleasure of a dryad partner.

“Good. I've...” she hesitated, her confident demeanor slipping slightly, “I've never mated with anyone outside my own species but Hazel. I've always been very curious.”

“I'll try my best to adequately satisfy you and your curiosity,” Owyn replied as he began getting undressed, thankful for the bed.

“Trust me,” Hazel said, sitting down in the lone chair. “He's very good.”

Ivy smiled. “I'm eager to find out.”

Once Owyn was fully nude, he reached out and took Ivy's hand, then led her over to the bed. They laid down together. It was just big enough for her large frame. As Owyn leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, he wondered how many times the two women had pleasured each other in this very bed. The thought of them going at it, two curvy, sexy female forms twining together and writhing in passion and pleasure, only served to turn him on further. He ran his hands over Ivy's voluptuous body, enjoying every second of the encounter.

Her breasts were huge and firm and her thighs were thick with muscle. He reached back around and groped the broad curve of her ass, relishing in the feel of her. Ivy reached down between them as they locked lips and twined tongues, finding his cock and tentatively massaging it. Her grasp was warm and, with time, sure and firm.

Soon, Owyn got up on top of her and then began kissing his way down her long, beautiful frame, until he was down in between her thick thighs. She spread her legs wide for him, resting her feet on either side of the bed, and sucked in her breath as he spread the lips of her pussy and leaned in. Now it was time to really get this whole thing started. All her breath left her in a loud moan of pleasure as Owyn began to massage her clit with the tip of his tongue. She began to pant and groan even louder as he ate her out.

“Oh, Owyn...oh wow, you really are good at this!” she moaned.

“Told you,” Hazel said.

Owyn worked his way up, going harder and faster until he was fucking her with two of his fingers, sliding them rapidly in and out of her tight, wet pussy, pushing up over and over into her most sensitive spot, eliciting a great deal of rapturous sounds of sexual gratification as he brought her to climax. She moaned, trembling in pleasure as she began to come. Owyn leaned back, watching the unique green clearish sex stuff ooze from her pussy. It was something he always thought would gross him out a little, but it didn't at all.

If anything, it turned him on more.

“Can we make love?” she asked. “Or would you like me to pleasure you with my mouth?”

“How about we compromise? What if I fuck you, and then when I'm about to come, I pull out, put it in your mouth and you suck me dry?”

“I'm okay with this,” Ivy replied.

“This is gonna be so hot to watch,” Hazel said eagerly.

Owyn quickly climbed up onto Ivy's lengthy, well-padded body and settled in between her spread out legs. He put his cock up against her hot, wet opening and began pushing his way inside of her. They both let out sounds of pleasure as he penetrated her. Soon, he was completely inside of her and they were making frantic love. Owyn moaned as he pushed himself into her over and over, pleasure sizzling like lightning up through him, igniting him with sexual passion. He kissed her deeply and groped her huge breasts as he felt her pushing against him with her own broad, powerful hips, forcing him even deeper inside of her.

Ivy was making some extremely sexy noises as he fucked her, howling her pleasure with complete abandon, giving herself up utterly to the encounter. Owyn felt deeply in tune with her as they made love, their bodies writhing against each other in ecstasy, burning them up with pure impassioned pleasure.

Suddenly, Owyn found his orgasm encroaching on him, almost as if out of nowhere. He'd almost lost track of it, completely losing himself in the fast, frantic, panting sex with Ivy. He suddenly pulled out of her, causing her to gasp, and climbed up over her. She grabbed his cock as he put it in her face and put it into her mouth. She started jacking and sucking him off at the same time. Owyn let out a sharp cry of pleasure as the sexual bliss hit him like an explosion.

“OH IVY!” he yelled in desperate euphoric rapture as he started to come directly into her mouth. She did everything she could to pump and suck his cock dry, taking his seed into her mouth, sucking it all out.

He realized that he'd grabbed her branches. He tried not to pull on them as his hips thrust forward, basically fucking her face. She didn't seem to mind. He kept going for a solid fifteen seconds before he'd emptied his cock down her throat. She finished him off, giving him one last suck, then he pulled out of her.

His head buzzed as he sat down heavily beside her.

“Holy...oh fuck...I can't...” he fell back, vision going swimmy. That orgasm was one for the books. He hadn't realized he'd missed dryad pussy this much.

“That was what I was hoping for,” Ivy said as she sat up. “Human seed tastes very...interesting. I kind of like it.”

“Very glad to hear that,” Owyn replied. He looked up at her, reached out and began to massage her thigh. “You know, I'm headed out of the Redwood Forest today. I could use some, uh, company on my trip.”

Hazel laughed. “What do you say, Ivy, you want to take his dick some more?”

“I'd like that very much, Owyn,” she replied. “But for now, let's rest together and listen to the rain,” she said.

“That sounds great,” Owyn said.

He laid down beside her, and Hazel joined them, the three of them barely fitting on the bed. They laid together and listened to the rain.

…

Owyn made his way slowly through the woods, preparing himself for the task ahead.

He was going to fight the undead.

He hadn't actually encountered any since his original battle with them when he'd met Lydia. Oh how he missed that busty, brawny warrior woman. He wondered what she was doing. He hoped that she was still wandering the land, smiting evil and laying young warriors like himself. It seemed like quite the lifestyle.

It had been about three weeks since his encounter with Hazel.

He'd since taken to traveling around again, making his way up the Redwood Forest, visiting the villages, seeing what he could do to help out. It was very similar to his traveling up the Emerald Wild when he'd ultimately made his way up to Stafford. Now he was heading back up towards Redwood, he supposed, although he planned to go beyond it. That was the small boarder town where he'd met the pair of elf ladies.

Now, however, he'd stopped by a little village called Briar. It sat between the Redwood Forest and a much smaller forest called Copper's Woodland. When he'd arrived it had been close to dinner time. He'd taken the opportunity to get a quick meal in before the rush came, then he'd checked out the village board, looking for work. In between doing Bliss's bidding, he'd continued his work of helping out who he could. He basically saw it like his job now, since there was typically at least some amount of money to be made.

Something had caught his eye immediately. The village was having trouble with the undead. They were wandering Copper's Woodland, attacking hunters and trappers and loggers. There seemed to be a lot of them, though they were staying away from the village...for now. No one knew where they had come from or what they were doing there. So he'd gone to the local guard barracks and asked around.

They gave him what little information they could, then told him that a wandering necromancer had happened by and had gone into the forest last night to deal with the problem, but she had yet to come back and that she could probably use some help. Owyn had done a bit of trading, gearing up for situation ahead, and then had gone into the woods, in search of this necromancer, hoping to help her out. He'd been walking for close to an hour now. So far, he had only encountered a pair of zombies, and had bloodied his blade decapitating them both. He'd heard distant sounds of combat, magical combat from the sound of it, and had gone in that direction.

Now, he wasn't sure.

All was pretty much silent and the sun was beginning to head for the horizon. He figured he had an hour, maybe an hour and a half of daylight left. Hopefully, he managed to find this necromancer, kill the undead, and get back to the village in that time, because facing these nightmares in the daylight was bad enough. At night? He imagined it would be pretty terrible. But where was she? They hadn't been very clear on directions because they honestly didn't really know where she was. Owyn waited and listened among the trees.

After a moment, he heard it: the hiss-burst of someone throwing a fireball. He turned around and spied a bright orange light not too far away. Owyn began making his way through the trees, sword out, ready to help. As he made his way deeper into the forest, he began to see dark shapes moving among the trees.

The undead.

Owyn moved as silently as he could until he was near the back of one of them. He brought his sword back and then thrust forward, shoving the end of the blade forcefully into the thing's neck, right below its skull. The zombie let out a gurgling noise and then fell to the ground as Owyn pulled the blade back out.

Up ahead, in a clearing, he spied what must be the necromancer. She was in the center of the clearing, a staff in her hands. She thrust it at one of a dozen shambling figures coming closer to her and a fireball erupted from its glowing tip, smashing into the zombie's face. It caught fire, stumbled on for a few more steps, then collapsed. Owyn rushed forward, moving among the zombies and into the clearing, putting his skills to the test. He decapitated the nearest one, then jabbed the tip of his sword into another's eye, killing it.

The necromancer became aware of him and, luckily, didn't fry him, recognizing him for the help he was. The next several minutes were spent in furious combat, the pair of them downing almost a dozen and a half undead horrors. Finally, the last one fell. Owyn waited for a moment, looking around for any more, then finally lowered his gore-streaked blade. He studied it, frowning, then walked over to the nearest zombie and took a moment to wipe it off on the cleanest part of the thing's shirt. Probably not nice, but he'd always tried to be practical.

Convinced his sword was clean enough, he sheathed it and turned to face the necromancer. She wore a large black cape and a huge hood that covered most of her face, hiding it in shadow. She was staring at him intently.

“Um...hi,” he said. She said nothing. “I, uh, came to help you. I'm a traveling adventurer, heard about this situation...” Still, she said nothing. “My name is-”

“Owyn,” she said, and her voice was immediately familiar. He was sure that he had slept with her before. (It was just kind of a thing that happened, at least to him. If he slept with a woman, he remembered her voice, probably because of the sounds she made during sex.) But the only two necromancers he'd slept with...

“Krystal!?” he replied.

The woman reached up and pulled back her hood, revealing a pale face and deep red hair and brilliant blue eyes. She was smiling widely and without a seconds' hesitation she hurried forward, wrapped him in a tight hug and kissed him deeply. He kissed and hugged her back, squeezing her hard, feeling her impressive chest pushing up against him. They kissed for a long moment, deeply and passionately, then came up for air.

“I've got so many questions,” Krystal said.

“Me too,” Owyn replied.

Krystal's smile faltered, then faded a bit. “Before we do anything, we need to deal with this problem. I'm glad you're here to help.”

“Me too...so what started all this?”

“I'm not entirely sure but I can sense it. Something is causing these bodies to animate. Based on what I'm feeling and my experiences so far, I'm guessing that someone tried to be a necromancer and lost control. It's a little too common for my taste. Come on, we aren't very far from the source of this infestation,” she explained.

“Great. Let's deal with this and get...reacquainted. Uh, if you'd be interested.”

Krystal laughed. “Still a necromancer, Owyn. Still kind of hard to get laid. But I'd fucking love a hard dicking from you.”

Owyn wasn't sure how to respond to that so he just followed her deeper into the woods. For several moments, they walked among the trees in silence. He could hardly believe that he had found Krystal again. What were the odds?! She had been his first encounter, the woman who had started him down the path of sexual liberation. She had also been a fantastic fuck. He'd missed her a great deal. Now they were back together.

But his good feelings faded as they approached the epicenter of this horror. Eventually, they came to a clearing that was glowing with a grim red light. Not a good sign. They kept walking until they reached the clearing.

In the middle of it was what appeared to be the remains of a camp. There was a shredded tent, a smoldering fire-pit, a tabletop scattered with books and odd artifacts. Carefully, Krystal walked among the camp, telling Owyn to wait at its edge. She poked around, checking out the books, reading them a bit and then shaking her head.

“Yeah, just like I thought. Some idiot thought he'd try his hand at necromancy. He raised all the corpses in the area. People who have died in the forest. Then he lost control of them...” she sighed heavily. “Move back to the edge of the clearing, I'll take care of this.”

“Got it,” Owyn replied. He moved back to a safe distance and waited, watching her to see what she would do.

This kind of stuff always interested him.

He watched her stand in the exact center of the camp. She stood stock still, drawing herself up to her full five and a half feet. She looked quite intimidating in her large black cloak. She held her staff in both hands, planting it firmly at her feet. The tip began to glow a pure blue light. It began to strobe and pulse, growing brighter and brighter. Owyn squinted, having to look away eventually. The light suddenly burst and seemed to envelop everything. Owyn felt a wonderful, warm, calming energy pass through him.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the red light was gone, so was the bad feeling. The clearing and the camp seemed simply as they should: like a camp in a clearing in the woods. Krystal looked around, seemingly judging her work, then she nodded to herself, gathered up some of the books and items and moved to join Owyn. She smiled as she approached.

“And they say only paladins can do that,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“You're really good at what you,” Owyn agreed.

She laughed and reached out, offering him her hand. He took it immediately, lacing their fingers. “I am. And necromancy isn't the only thing I do, if you'll remember...come on, I've got a basement room at the local inn. It's got a tub...”

“Sounds like paradise,” Owyn replied.

“Speaking of paladins...if I recall, when we parted ways, I had sent you off to find a certain paladin that might fuck you...did you find her?”

“I did,” Owyn replied. “And I fucked her. More than once.”

“That's so hot...tell me all about it. In fact, tell me all about everything that's happened to you after we parted ways.”

“It's a long story.”

“I've got time and my life hasn't really been social lately, so I could really use some conversation,” Krystal replied.

“Well, when I went to track down Lydia, she was fighting some undead in a small town...”

They continued walking out of the forest, back to the village.

…

Owyn continued talking all the way back to the village, pausing once they reached the guard's barracks and reporting that the undead had been eradicated. The captain of the guard said they'd have to send a few men into the forest tomorrow to confirm the report and not so subtly hinted that if those men didn't come back there would be a lot to answer for, which frustrated Owyn, but he held his tongue given that Krystal didn't seem all that phased by it. She said that they would be at the local inn and then walked off.

As they made their way back to the inn, Owyn picked back up his narrative. He continued it through dinner, pausing to eat and answer questions from Krystal, who had a lot. He tried to ask a few of his own, curious about her own wanderings, but Krystal insisted he finish his own tale. Again, he found it weird to talk to her about the women he'd slept with, which was generally the most interesting part of his tales, but she seemed the most excited and interested in those parts. They talked for another half hour or so after dinner until Krystal, who had begun fidgeting, suggested they take the conversation down to her room.

He'd just gotten up to his encounter with Fay when they got into the room and she closed the door, locking it behind her.

“So,” she said. “I don't mean to interrupt, but...I'm kind going crazy from being horny. What do you say we fuck, then take a bath together and keep talking?”

“I wanted to suggest the same thing,” Owyn replied.

She grinned broadly. “Perfect.”

Krystal threw off her cloak. Beneath it, she still wore the same leather and lace outfit. As they both began to get undressed, he studied her body, becoming fascinated by it all over again. If anything, she was even better than he remembered. Her breasts practically exploded from her shirt as she got it off.

“How do you look this good?” he asked quietly as she finished getting undressed. She smiled and stood naked before him now, her skin seeming to radiate a healthy pale glow, her blood red hair down, framing her ridiculously beautiful face. “You have this, like...impossible figure,” he continued. And she really did.

Her thighs were thick, her ass huge, her hips broad, but they curved up, narrowing noticeably to a trim, taught, smooth stomach, then widening to a pair of enormous pale breasts.

“Like I said when we first met, it's just part of who I am,” she replied. “Now, how about you stop admiring me and start fucking me?”

Owyn took off his boxers, hard as tempered steel now, and all but dove into her. The two of them fell back onto the bed, kissing passionately. Two lovers, long since separated by distance and time, reunited now.

Owyn ran his hands over Krystal's voluptuous body, remembering the feel of her, the smell of her, the taste of her. They had spent weeks together, made love dozens of times. In some ways, ways that felt important to him, she had been his first. She responded to his kissing and his probing hands eagerly, pressing her warm, soft body against his, shoving her tongue into his mouth, twisting and twining it with his own. He ended up on top of her, in between her thick, pale thighs, eager, desperate almost, to get inside of her.

She helped guide him in, clearly just as desperate as he was to get this going. Krystal was incredibly wet inside and he could feel just how hot she was. He slid inside, working his way slowly in, eliciting a loud moan from her.

“Oh, I've missed you,” she gasped as he penetrated her, pushing deeper into her with each thrust until he was buried completely within her.

“I've missed you, too,” he replied, his voice ragged with passion and desire.

He continued making love to her, wrapping his arms around her, grasping the back of her head and staring deep into her eyes. There was a connection here, a true connection that surpassed what he typically felt with the others he had encountered. Krystal wrapped her legs around him, panting and moaning as she ground her hips against his, forcing him even deeper into her tightly coiled, heated wetness.

He kissed her repeatedly as they made love, utterly lost in her, in the way she felt, the way she held him. He could feel something happening in her and knew immediately that she was close to orgasm. That was something he had always particularly loved about Krystal: she was easy to get off. He kissed her deeply and then shifted positions slightly, so that he could hit a more sensitive spot that he'd learned she had back when they were first dating, (was that the right term for what they had way back then?), and kept going. She cried out, breaking the kiss, her voice very loud in the darkened room they were sharing.

A few more seconds of it and then she was coming.

She let out another shout of sexual bliss, thrusting her hips madly against him as she came. He could feel it, could feel her muscles tensing and releasing, spasming and twitching. Could feel the increased heat and wetness as she came, her feminine juices escaping her in a primal spray of lust given physical form.

That caused him to trigger in turn. He cried out as his dick kicked violently inside of her, jolting a sharp pulse of pleasure that began shooting a thick spurt of his seed deep within her. She moaned, grabbing at his back as the both of them came. Owyn lost himself in his orgasm, this one more powerful than any he'd had in awhile. Pulse after pulse of raw pleasure filled him, starting at his cock and expanding outward.

They both continued moaning, riding their orgasms until they had petered out. For a moment, the pair of them simply laid there, entwined with each other, sweaty and trying to get their breaths back. Finally, he pulled out of her and laid on his side.

“That is exactly what I needed,” Krystal said. “Oh wow, I missed you.”

“Same,” Owyn replied.

They laid there a bit longer before Krystal sat up, stretched and then got up. Owyn couldn't help but stare at her ass as she stretched again, then yawned. “I'm tired. Come on, let's take a soak. Keep telling me about your adventures. Sounded like it was headed into interesting territory.”

“Well...that's one way of putting it,” Owyn replied.

He stood and joined her. They both slipped down into the tub, which was just big enough to hold the two of them. They began cleaning themselves up and Owyn resumed his tale. He got through his adventures relating to Fay, his spiral into depression, his encounter with the water nymph, and his time spent at home, reconnecting with his family and a sense of self. Then he got to the part where he met Bliss.

“So I went to this temple and actually met Bliss. She came to me in a vision and...pretty much recruited me to be a disciple.”

Krystal sat up suddenly. “Wait, what? You're a disciple of the Goddess Bliss?” she asked.

“Yeah...why?” Owyn replied cautiously.

“I am too!”

“What!? When did this happen? What about...um...fuck, I don't even know the name of the God of Death or...is it a Goddess?”

“I'm still a necromancer, a Sister of Death, and it's a Goddess. Quietus is her name. But I...well, I suppose I'm a Sister of Death in name only. I still have my abilities, I still preform rituals and rites to help people, but...well, after my time spent with you, I became more sexually open and liberated. About two months ago, I was out in the wilderness. I had gotten kind of lost and I found a small temple to Bliss. The woman there offered me shelter. We hooked up and I received a vision from Bliss herself, asking me the same thing she asked you. I debated about it for a little while but ultimately it felt like the right thing to do.”

“This can't be a coincidence,” Owyn murmured. “Both of us disciples to Bliss and we happen to meet up again.”

“I bet we get a vision tonight.”

“I like to think of them as dreams,” Owyn replied. “But yeah, that would make sense.”

“Well...better make sure we're tired enough to get proper sleep,” Krystal said, grinning at him. She leaned forward and kissed him, then placed his hands on her wet, soapy breasts. “What do you say?” she asked. “Mind eating me out?”

“Not if you mind sucking me off,” Owyn replied.

She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Duh, I wouldn't mind.”

“All right. Hop up.”

Krystal did just that, the water sloshing around as she planted her big, pale butt up on the side of the tub, her legs still in the water up to her knees. She opened them wide for him, her pussy smooth and bald still, a narrow pink slit that was a beauty to see. He ran his hands along her thick, wet thighs and had his thumbs meet in the middle. Carefully, he parted the lips of her vagina with his thumbs, exposing her clit and her most sensitive skin. He felt a tremor of anticipation shiver through her, making her breasts jiggle nicely.

Owyn leaned in and let his breath whisper across her exposed skin, then he touched the tip of his tongue to her clit and began to massage it gently. Krystal let out a low moan of pure pleasure and reached down, running her fingers through his short, wet hair.

“Fuck, Owyn...no one eats pussy like you do.”

He kept going, making his motions larger, more powerful, more rapid, increasing her pleasure. Krystal began to moan, getting quite loud. Owyn wondered if these walls were soundproofed. He kept licking her, tasting her familiar taste, working at getting her off. She panted and moaned, then cried out as he pushed a finger up into her. He slid it rapidly in and out of her until he felt her orgasm well up within her and then start exploding out of her. Owyn fell back, watching her, staring up at her perfect pale body.

She was leaning back, resting on the heels of her palms, legs spread wide, crying out, her breasts and thighs jiggling wonderfully as she started to come. He watched as another spray of feminine juices escaped her tight, pink opening and she cried out even louder. The orgasm continued for a while longer, when it ran out, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then slipped into the tub with Owyn. She laid against him, hugging him tightly.

“I missed that too,” she said. “I felt like fucking royalty when we were together.”

“I felt pretty fantastic myself,” Owyn replied. “I was sorry to see you go.”

“I was too...” Krystal murmured.

“Don't take that as a shot or anything. I mean...it was the right decision, for both of us. It's just, sometimes, the right decision sucks.”

“Yeah. But we're back together now...and we'll break up again eventually. But it'll be for the best because it's who we are,” she said. “But, until that happens, we'll enjoy ourselves. Which, for the moment, means that I'm going to suck you off like a professional whore. I've had practice.”

“Awesome,” Owyn replied.

He pulled himself up out of the tub, sitting on the edge just like she had been a moment ago. Krystal grinned up at him as she got into position. She gripped his cock firmly with one of her small hands and leaned in, then planted a kiss on the head. Then she stuck her tongue out and began to lick his dick over and over again. He groaned at the hot, wet pleasure that seemed to sizzle through his cock, filling him with shivers of sexual delight. Krystal kept this up for a bit longer before she slipped it smoothly into her mouth.

Owyn moaned and kept watching as she started rapidly bobbing her head, sucking him off like a pro. She looked incredibly beautiful, wet and naked, her red hair darkened and plastered to her head and face. She was like a living incarnation of sex and lust. She kept bobbing her head, maintaining eye contact with him, staring into his eyes with her beautiful blue gaze, almost like she was willing him to start coming.

It didn't take too much more of this kind of attention for him to do so.

He triggered and Krystal seemed to sense it. Owyn let out a short yell of pleasure as she took his cock out of her mouth, lowered herself a bit, mouth open wide, his dick pointed directly at it and she began rapidly jacking him off, pumping her fist over his dick again and again. He started letting off, shooting thick, stringy spurts of his white seed into her mouth. He moaned, watching intently as his dick kicked and pulsed in her strong, sure grasp, getting his seed mostly in her mouth, but some of it clung to her luscious red lips and her pale skin.

When he was finished, she cleaned his cock with her mouth, sticking it back inside, sucking what was left out and slowly pulling his dick out.

“There,” she said, giving his dick another kiss and then washing her face off and rinsing her mouth out. “Told you I was good.”

“You truly are,” Owyn replied.

He slipped back into the water and they sat together for a bit before he started to become overheated. They both got out of the tub and dried off. Naked, they walked to the bed and curled up together beneath the blanket. Krystal laid on her back and Owyn rested himself partially on her beneath the blankets.

“So what about you?” he asked.

“What about me what?” she replied.

“I told you my story, what about yours?”

“Oh. Well, it's not all that interesting. At least, compared to yours, I don't think. After we split I ended up running back into Kira. We hung out for a week, traveling around, sleeping together. We found a couple of guys to fuck, hunters in the wilderness, but it wasn't much. After that, however, I did start being a lot more active in my search for guys and girls to have sex with. I did start to get better at it. I'd find adventurers like you, or merchants. I found out that it wasn't quite as bad as I'd originally thought it was. There do exist people out there who don't really care that I'm a necromancer and are totally down to fuck.

“But that all changed after I heard from Bliss. She's given me about twenty assignments so far and it's been fantastic. I love it. After I heard the call, I formally resigned from my post in the Sisters of Death. They were upset but not that upset when they heard I'd been visited by an actual deity. Some of them were paranoid that it might piss off Quietus but some of the more knowledgeable elders told me that Bliss and Quietus have a kind of...well, a good working relationship, oddly enough. And that it shouldn't be a problem.”

“Did you ever hear from Quietus?” Owyn asked.

“No. The Mistress of the Scythe, as she sometimes likes to be called, doesn't really concern herself with the affairs of mortals...so, anyway, that's been my life.” She stopped talking abruptly and yawned widely. “Wow, I'm worn out.”

“Me too,” Owyn replied, yawning as well. “Want to sleep?”

“Yes. You'll wake me up if you get horny?”

“You can count on it,” Owyn replied.

Krystal smiled and kissed him, then put out one of the two remaining lit candles. They both got into a more comfortable position beneath the blankets and almost immediately drifted off to sleep, both of them hoping for a visit from Bliss.

…

They both did indeed receive a message from Bliss in their dreams.

They awoke once in the middle of the night for a frantic, sweaty session of lovemaking, and in the morning, Krystal climbed on top of Owyn and rode him until they both had come. Then they bathed, talked about their message, and dressed. After breakfast, they packed up their things and made a few purchases around the marketplace, checked in with the local guards, who had confirmed their story and paid them their bounty, then they set out together, leaving the small village of Briar, moving on to their next goal.

The message had been quite clear.

Even better, it was for both of them.

In another village a few miles north lived a woman by the name of Linda. She was in her early forties and a widower. Her husband had been dead for five years now and after three years, she had begun coming out of her shell again. Apparently, she had been looking for excitement, for sexual adventure, something she hadn't been able to do since getting married twenty years ago. And, well, she was living in a small town that didn't take kindly to promiscuous women. Especially not mature promiscuous women.

It just wasn't very 'ladylike'.

She'd since become a follower of Bliss and had prayed to the Goddess for help. She wanted an experimental threesome with a hot young woman and an attractive young man and Owyn and Krystal were going to be that young couple who would give her a few nights of sexual delight that was so forbidden to her.

She was waiting for them at a cabin her husband and her had built on a piece of land a mile outside of town.

“She was hot, don't you think?” Krystal asked. They'd been walking for close to an hour now, making good progress.

“Yeah, definitely,” Owyn replied. “I've always had a thing for older women. Like, women old enough to be my mom.”

“I kind of know what you mean.”

From what he remembered, the brief glimpse he'd gotten of Linda had shown him a tall, thin woman with a trim build and long, dark blonde hair. Her skin looked tan from working outside a great deal. He looked forward to meeting her in person. He also suspected that he only received glimpses of the women he was to meet and pleasure because Bliss wanted to entice him even further. If he wasn't truly sure of what they looked like, he ended up thinking about it a lot, savoring the build-up of not knowing.

It was a good tactic.

So, he and Krystal walked through the woods together. The cabin was supposed to be perched at their edge.

“So, you never got into any...non-human sex?” Owyn asked.

“No, not really. Although I might now. You make it sound so interesting and...well, sexy, honestly,” Krystal replied.

“It is. It really is.”

Owyn began to say something else, but paused as they cleared the treeline of the forest and spied the cabin up ahead of them. It looked comfortable and inviting in the sunshine, tucked among a small collection of trees that were apart from the forest, almost a small forest of their own. The back door was open and on the back porch, they saw the woman in question. She was reading something, not yet having noticed them.

“Let's go introduce ourselves,” Krystal said.

Owyn nodded and took her hand. She laced their fingers together and they started walking across the grassy field between the edge of the forest and the beginning of the cabin's yard. They'd made it about halfway there when Linda seemed to sense them. She lowered the book and looked up at them. For a second, she seemed uncertain, then she smiled. Owyn wondered how he must look to her. What had Bliss said? He would enveloped in a pink light. It must be an interesting sight, the two of them, wrapped in pink light, approaching.

“Hello,” Linda said, standing as they came into the yard.

“Hi there,” Krystal replied. “My name is Krystal, this is Owyn.”

“And you're from Bliss,” Linda said. A statement, not a question.

“We are,” Owyn replied.

“Why don't you come inside? We can get to know each other.”

“Sounds great,” Krystal said.

Owyn studied Linda as she led them into her small cabin. She was indeed very beautiful. She was tall, almost as tall as he was, and trimly built, her muscles small but well-defined. She looked like she did a lot of work outside. Her dark blonde hair was drawn back into a tight ponytail and she was wearing a green dress that showed off a lot of her long, tan legs. She had bright green eyes with small nests of wrinkles at their edges. She had that look that sexy mature mothers did, women who knew what they were doing, confidence born of years of life experience. She seemed only a little bit nervous, largely in control of herself and her emotions.

Owyn and Krystal followed her inside.

Her cabin was small but nicely decorated. A kitchen occupied one corner, a bed and dresser in another, a table for eating dominated the center of the room and a handful of other pieces of furniture took up the rest of the space. It was cozy without being crowded. They all took a seat around the dinner table.

“So...” she said after a moment, “I'm not entirely sure how to handle this.”

“We're here for your pleasure,” Krystal replied. “We can do this however you like.”

She smiled and let out a small, nervous laugh. “That's so good to hear...I'm a little nervous. It's, uh, been a little while since I've been with anyone. Mostly it doesn't bother me but lately...ah, I don't know. I've been lonely. I've been...yearning. Maybe I should explain some things. When I was younger, I was a lot more adventurous. I loved sex, I loved being physical with men and women. When I really started growing up and became a woman, I found it...quite easy to talk my peers into my bed. But, sadly, I had stop when I got married in my early twenties. I loved my husband, but I always missed that about myself.

“I missed the openness, the connection, the...honestly, the pure, raw fun of fucking. When my husband died, it took me awhile to heal, I still hadn't, not fully...I don't think I ever will, but I felt ready to dip my toe back in the waters of casual sex. I haven't had much luck. I seduce the occasional young man, though it always makes me feel a little odd, given that they're half my age now...and the occasional adventurer or passing merchant. But I have yet to have a real, crazy-ass threesome like back in my youth.”

“And that's why we're here,” Owyn said.

She smiled, then reached out across the table. Owyn and Krystal each took one of her hands. “Yes,” she said. “I'm so glad you've come. You're both very attractive. And you both feel so...open. So friendly and kind and understanding. I can just tell by looking at you...the two of you love casual sex, you love connectivity.”

“We do,” Krystal agreed.

“Excellent. Well, I'd be lying if I said I wanted to put this off any longer...can we get started? I'm really horny,” she said.

“We can get started,” Krystal said.

They let go of each other's hands and stood up. Owyn was glad to see that the bed was of a pretty good size. They shouldn't have much trouble maneuvering around in it as they switched positions. The three of them moved closer to the bed and then began getting undressed. Owyn and Krystal shrugged out of their backpacks while Linda pulled her dress up and off. Owyn discovered that she hadn't been wearing anything beneath it. He studied her tight, naked body as he began taking off his own clothes. She had nice, high, firm b-cup breasts, flecked with freckles and topped with dark pink nipples. Her stomach was smooth and taut, her abs clearly visible, her thighs of a pleasant athletic variety, her hips trim but nicely curved.

“Do I still got it?” she asked, noticing their gaze on her.

“Yes. Definitely,” Krystal said.

“Fuck yes,” Owyn said almost at the same time.

She laughed. “Well, good to know.”

Krystal paused in her disrobing and crouched by her backpack. She began rooting around in it. “I have something that I thought might go well with the occasion,” she said. She pulled out a large glass bottle of clear green lube. “This isn't it, but I imagine it'll be useful...” she murmured, going back to her pack. A moment later, she pulled something out. It looked like a false cock and had straps on it. After a second, Owyn realized it was meant to be worn by Krystal.

“I've heard of these,” he said.

“I managed to pick one up in Stafford. Not entirely sure what it's made of, but it is fucking awesome. I've had it used on me a few times, but mostly I use it. I was just thinking you might want to be double-penetrated,” Krystal said, looking at Linda. “It's totally cool if you don't though, I can just regular fuck you with it.”

“I'm so down for DP,” Linda replied immediately. “I thought that was off the table. I love having two cocks in me at once.”

“Fantastic,” Krystal said. She began to get out of her leather and lace outfit and Owyn finished getting naked as well, intrigued by this development. Soon, the three of them were wholly nude. Krystal set the fake dick and the lube down on the bedside table and the trio crawled into bed together. Linda laid in the middle, the center of attention, with Owyn on one side and Krystal on the other. She began making out with Krystal first, groping her huge, pale tits, seeming to be enjoying herself a great deal.

Owyn didn't blame her.

Krystal had world-class tits.

Owyn watched intently as the two women made out, the passion immediate and obvious as they twined tongues and groped each other. Then she let go of Krystal, rolled over and began kissing Owyn. As they locked lips and began twining tongues, Owyn found that Linda had an intimate familiarity with this kind of action, that she'd had a lot of experience with it, that she knew exactly what she was doing. He liked it.

As she made out with him, Owyn reached down and slipped a hand between her thighs. Linda moaned into the kiss as he found her clit and began to massage it with the tip of his finger. He saw Krystal reach down and slide a finger inside of her Linda's pussy. Linda stopped kissing him, too distracted to continue. She laid back on the pillow, her legs open, moaning loudly. “Oh, wow...I'd forgotten...oh fuck, that's so good...” she moaned. Owyn grinned at Krystal and they leaned in, kissing each other over Linda as she laid there, lost in their attention. They continued fingering her and making out until Krystal broke away.

“I think it's time for the next level,” she said.

“What would that be?” Linda asked, trying to get control of herself.

“You'll see.”

Krystal and Owyn pulled their hands away and Owyn watched as Krystal got down in between Linda's long, tanned legs. She spread them wide, watching intently as Krystal lowered her head and began eating her out.

“Oh...fuck yes!” she cried, then she started chewing on her lower lip, panting and moaning as Krystal licked her clit.

Owyn decided to get back into it and leaned down. He began kissing and licking one of Linda's breasts, causing her to moan even louder. Reaching over, he began to play with her other nipple. Soon, he was sucking on her right breast. Linda cried out as she was pleasured by the two of them, her body writhing and twisting in sheer sexual bliss. They kept this going for another few minutes before Krystal came up for air.

“Okay,” she said. “How do you want to do this?”

“I was kind of hoping you two could spit-roast me,” Linda said breathlessly. She was flushed and beginning to sweat.

“Sounds great,” Krystal replied. “Lemme just get into this thing.”

While Krystal grabbed the fake dick and slipped it on over her thick thighs, Linda got onto her hands and knees. Owyn got in front of her.

“Figured I'd be here since I'm the only one that will get anything out of being sucked,” he said, looking down at her.

Linda grinned. “Good point. You ready?”

“Yep.”

Linda took his cock smoothly into her mouth and started bobbing her head. Owyn groaned and placed his hand gently on the back of her head. She was really good at sucking dick. He could feel her tongue playing against the tip of it, increasing the pleasure. Suddenly, Linda stopped, letting out a loud moan and shifting forward. Owyn glanced up. Krystal, in all her naked glory, was on her knees behind Linda now, wearing the fake cock like a harness. She was working it into Linda's pussy now. She caught eyes with Owyn and smiled.

“You like?” she asked.

“This is pretty hot,” Owyn replied.

Krystal settled her hands on Linda's tight ass and started fucking her from behind. Linda cried out, then put his dick back in her mouth and started bobbing her head again, working up a nice amount of spit in her mouth, making it all the better. Owyn lost himself in that hot, wet environment for a bit, just staring at Krystal's huge tits that were bouncing in sync with her thrusting. He then got a better grip on the back of Linda's head and started fucking her in the mouth. Not too hard or rough, wanting to see if she didn't want it, but she didn't try to stop him at all and he kept going, placing both hands now on the back of her head.

Linda moaned as she was fucked at both ends.

They continued going for another couple of minutes before Linda took his cock out of her mouth, “Okay, now I just want some regular sex. First with Owyn,” she said. “Then with Krystal. Then...I want both of you in me at once. I imagine you'll want my ass Owyn.”

“I'd very much prefer it,” he replied.

“Figured.”

They all switched positions. Krystal sat on the end of the bed, watching from the sidelines for the moment, while Linda laid on her back and spread her legs. Owyn got in between them and lined his cock up with her beautiful, mature pussy. He began working it inside of her, burying it inch by inch into her until he was all the way in. They both moaned as they began fucking. Linda stared up at him, her hair disheveled by now, darkened by her sweat and sticking to her, making her look incredibly sexy. She had her legs spread very wide now, allowing him the best access. He leaned down and kissed her firmly and passionately.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked as he pulled back.

“Yes-oh fuck that's good!” she cried as he started going a bit harder after changing his angle slightly. “I love this so much, this is exactly what I wanted,” she replied, breathing heavily. “What about you handsome? You like my pussy?”

“I love it,” Owyn replied. “It's absolutely fantastic.”

He continued making love to her for another few minutes until Linda wanted Krystal. Owyn pulled out and took Krystal's place at the edge of the bed, watching as his redheaded lover took over his position. It was absurdly hot to watch as Krystal got in between Linda's legs and worked the fake dick into her pussy. Linda moaned as Krystal started fucking her. Seeing the two women locked together, naked and sweaty, in sexual passion, making love to each other...it was one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen in his life.

And he'd seen a lot.

He watched as both women groped each other, as Linda ran her hands across Krystal's big pale ass, as they locked lips, kissing deeply and passionately. The way Krystal's body looked as she thrust into Linda's pussy. They kept going like this until Linda was ready for the DP.

“Make sure to lube it,” Linda said.

“Got it,” Owyn replied.

He grabbed the bottle of lube off of the nightstand and poured some into his hand. It was basically the same kind of stuff he'd seen and used when he'd been with Hazel. He rubbed his cock down with a liberal amount as Krystal and Linda got into position. Linda laid on her side, bringing one leg up so that her heel was resting on her knee, granting them both access to her. Krystal faced her front and fitted the fake dick back in as Owyn finished up. Linda moaned as Krystal stared fucking her. Owyn got into position.

He laid up against her back and began working his dick up her tight ass. Linda let out a low, loud moan as he slowly penetrated her ass. He reached around and began groping her breast, pushing his way slowly into her until skin met skin and he was all the way inside. The next few minutes were filled with loud moans of pleasure as Linda had both her holes fucked.

“Holy fuck I forgot what this feels like...it's almost too much...fuck it's so good! Keep going! I'm going to come!” she cried.

Owyn and Krystal kept fucking her, going faster and faster.

“I'm close too,” Owyn said. “Can I finish in your ass?”

“Yes!” Linda cried, then she screamed as she started coming.

That was all it took to push Owyn over the edge. He groaned and then cried out as his dick started kicking and fighting against the tight confines of Linda's mature ass. He moaned loudly, thrusting deep and hard into her as he came up her ass. Pleasure washed through him in waves as he came. Slowly, he came back to himself, his orgasm finished, and he carefully pulled his cock out of Linda, who was lying on her side, sweaty and trying to catch her breath. Owyn rolled over onto his back, simply laying there for a moment.

“How was that?” he asked.

“Absolutely incredible...oh boy, Krystal, I want to try that thing on you. Let me wash up real quick, then we'll fuck, okay?”

“Sounds great,” Krystal replied.

Owyn watched as Linda washed herself up, then came back and took the fake dick from Krystal. She slipped into it, adjusting the straps, then got on top of Krystal, who was smiling up at her, eager for more sex. Krystal moaned as Linda penetrated her with the fake cock. Owyn simply laid there and watched, just as fascinated before, staring at this beautiful mature woman nailing his girlfriend with a fake dick over and over again, making her big breasts bounce and sway. Was she his girlfriend? Owyn realized that she was.

He remembered what Morgan had told him. That they were together, they were boyfriend and girlfriend for that moment in time, for however long they were with each other, and that would be enough.

And it was enough.

Linda kept making love to Krystal, kissing her and groping her, until the younger necromancer had come. It was powerful, causing her to cry out in utter sexual bliss, tremors pounding through her whole body, making her shake and tremble. When it had subsided, she took a deep, heavy breath and let it out.

“You're right, that is fun,” Linda said. “I've never tried one of these before.”

“I appreciate you trying it,” Krystal replied.

“Now what?” Owyn asked.

“Now, we clean up, eat...and do it all again.”

Owyn smiled. How could he not? He loved his job.

CHAPTER VI

Owyn came awake in the darkness.

For a moment, he didn't know where he was. All he knew was that it was raining and he was cold. Really cold. Why was he so cold? Slowly, he sat up. He felt groggy and confused. He was in...a tent, he could sense that much, and he could hear the rainfall outside. But this wasn't his tent. It was a smaller, simpler tent, like the kind he used to have when traveling the Emerald Wild for a bit. It was very dark outside and he could see almost nothing.

While he was still trying to figure this out, suddenly, a gentle white glow began to build just beyond the entrance to his tent. He could feel warmth radiating off of it. Under normal circumstances he would been suspicious or afraid, but he wasn't now. He felt comforted by the light. It slowly resolved into a human shaped figure just beyond the tent flaps. A woman. Whoever she was, she reached forward, into the tent, and pulled one of the flaps aside. Owyn began to feel warmth and wonder as he found himself staring into a familiar face.

“My Goddess,” he said, all at once realizing what was happening.

He was asleep, this was a dream. A message from Bliss.

She smiled her infinitely warm smile. She was as beautiful as ever.

“Hello, Owyn,” she said, her tone friendly. “You've been doing very well lately. Honestly, you've been excelling at this calling since you first came into my service.”

“Thank you,” Owyn replied quietly. He never knew what to say or how to say it. In the presence of Bliss, of an actual Goddess, any kind of certainty, any ability he thought he might have developed in talking to attractive women since he began this journey, disappeared.

Gently, Bliss reached down and trailed her fingertips across his cheek. “When the sun breaks in a few hours, it will rise on your nineteenth birthday. You've been performing excellently these past four months. You've satisfied many of my followers. I'm very pleased...” Her smile broadened a bit. “There is a woman, one of my followers, about two miles from your current campsite. She is a researcher, a beryl, akin to the woman you once made love to and traveled with, Liz. She goes by the name of Tawny. She's lonely. She has a taste for human men. I want you to show her a good time.” That was when he had a flash of an image.

He saw a lizard woman, a beryl wearing a simple brown traveling dress, her green, scaly skin glistening in flickering torchlight. Her facial features were the odd, unfamiliar features of a beryl that were, to his eyes at least, exotically attractive.

“I will do as you ask,” Owyn replied.

Bliss leaned down and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Owyn. And...well, once you finish your task with her, ask her about my shrine. She will show you the way. Visit that shrine and I will give you a very special birthday surprise.”

“...what is it?” Owyn couldn't help but ask.

Bliss laughed. It was a beautiful, almost musical sound. “If I told you that, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it? Don't worry. I promise you'll enjoy it. Now...sleep tight.”

Owyn could feel darkness closing in around him, a comfortable darkness, the kind you felt when lying in the dark in a comfy bed at the end of a long, hard day. And then it seemed like he was falling, just for a second.

And then he was back out again.

…

When Owyn opened his eyes a second time, he saw sunshine streaming into his tent. His regular tent, the one that he'd purchased awhile ago. In a way, it seemed less like a tent and more like a portable house. There was someone in bed with him. He rolled over and found himself staring at a beautiful pale face, red hair in disarray, splayed across her delicate features. One pointed ear edged its way between the hair.

Her name was Lindsay.

She was an elven bounty hunter who happened to be in the area. She'd actually jumped him due to a case of mistaken identity two nights ago. As she shifted once more, he thought briefly of Krystal. They'd stayed together for two weeks and then the call of adventure and isolation had overtaken the both of them and they'd split back up, having some fantastic goodbye sex. Although Owyn didn't really like to think of it as goodbye sex.

More like 'see you later' sex.

He thought of Bliss's words as he rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling of his tent. Today was, in fact, his nineteenth birthday. It had been an entire year since he'd first set foot outside of his village, since he had first encountered Krystal and begun the road of sexual liberation and exploration.

He could hardly believe it.

In a way, it felt like a lot more time had passed but, in some other weird way, it seemed like his first encounter with Krystal wasn't all that long ago...time was a weird thing. Lindsay took in a breath and woke up, her eyes opened up.

Owyn glanced over at her. “Hey you,” he said.

She smiled. “Hey handsome...I'm horny.”

“Me too,” he replied.

“Mmm...good.”

She shifted beneath the blankets and crawled on top of him. They were both still naked from the night before, their clothes scattered across the floor around the bed. Owyn was hard now, just like he was almost every single morning when he woke up, and he was horny, too. Wasting no time, Lindsay took his cock and slipped it smoothly into her. Owyn groaned as she penetrated herself with his dick, sliding all the way down it in a series of quick movements. He reached down and grabbed her firm hips, staring up at her tight body.

She was limber and lithe, her frame small and trim, her breasts high and firm, bouncing nicely as she began to ride him. Lindsay was an amazing, tight fuck. He watched himself disappear into her, stared at her trim, athletic, pale thighs, then up to her firm, taut stomach. The pleasure was building in him, mounting, a warm, blissful thing born of comfort and lust. Lindsay moaned loudly as she continued riding his dick.

Owyn looked up further, to her small, firm breasts and their perfect pink little nipples. He reached up and groped them, staring up high into her beautiful pale face, framed now by her disheveled, fiery red hair, her blue eyes sparkling as she stared down at him, she was grinning broadly, utterly enjoying herself. He loved the way her long ears poked up between her hair. He didn't know why, but elf ears were ridiculously sexy.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” he replied.

Lindsay loved to sync orgasms.

“Okay,” she said, reaching down between them. “Here I go.”

Owyn focused on bringing his own orgasm to the surface. It wasn't hard, given how close he was from getting fucked by Lindsay and her fantastic elf pussy. He watched as she reached down and began to rub her clit vigorously. She let out a yell of pleasure.

“Oh...Owyn...it's coming...oh fuck yes I'm coming!” she shrieked.

Owyn grabbed her hips more firmly and thrust up into her rapidly for several seconds, causing her to cry out even louder, and then he was coming too. He let out a moan of impassioned pleasure as his dick started kicking and throbbing, spitting his seed into her. At the same time, he could feel her muscles spasming, clenching and releasing as a gush of heated feminine juices escaped her and spilled out onto his stomach and thighs.

“Oh, Owyn it feels so fucking good!” she cried.

He was lost for words, lost in his climax as he came into her, emptying himself out one hot spurt at a time. Slowly, both their orgasms petered out and they were left sweaty and naked, tangled up together beneath the blankets. Owyn hugged Lindsay and she smiled and hugged him back. He loved the feel her of her slim, tight body, naked against his own. Slowly, they both caught their breath and finally she rolled off of him.

“Morning sex is the best sex,” she said.

“I'd have to agree,” Owyn replied.

They both laid there for a moment longer, then Owyn got out of bed. He stretched and moved over to the washbasin.

“I'm afraid today is the day we have to part ways,” he said.

“Do we? Why?” she asked.

“There's someone I have to meet. Alone.”

“Oh yeah?” Lindsay asked. He could hear a playful grin in her voice. “Is it a girl?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, I see.”

Owyn laughed, finished washing up, then rinsed him mouth out with some strawberry juice and began drying off. “It's complicated,” he replied.

“Is it? How so?”

“Okay, well, I guess it isn't complicated and I guess it wouldn't be weird to tell you...I'm a disciple to the Goddess Bliss.”

Lindsay's eyebrows shot up. “Well...that certainly would explain a few things...is that why you hooked up with me?” she asked.

“Oh no, Bliss had nothing to do with that. You have to ask Bliss for help. At least...I think that's how it works. Uh, anyway, no. I hooked up with you because you're fucking hot and I've got a thing for elves. And your personality meshes very well with my own. And you hit on me. Both literally and metaphorically.”

“Fair enough,” Lindsay said. She rose from bed and came over to wash up as well. While he dressed, Owyn recalled their past two days together.

After she had jumped him, thinking he was the bounty she'd been hunting, she'd quickly realized that he wasn't and had apologized profusely. Once she explained that she was after a murderer, he'd agreed to help. They'd managed to track the man to an abandoned cabin in the woods and took him down. He'd been passed out drunk so it hadn't been much of a challenge. While hauling him back to town, Owyn and Lindsay had gotten to know each other and after they turned him in and got the reward, (that Owyn didn't partake of, given that he was well off enough as it was for now), she'd invited him to travel with her.

They'd been walking for the past few days. He was near the middle of the country now, where not a lot happened. It was peaceful. She'd been heading for the Emerald Wild and he'd agreed to travel with her for as far as he could.

“So, what do you do, um, as a disciple of Bliss?” Lindsay asked. She'd finished washing up and now was dressing with Owyn.

“Basically all it means is that about once a week, I'll get a message from Bliss herself in my dreams. She'll give me a task. It always involves a female follower of hers that's in some kind of sexual need. I go to her, I fulfill her need, I move on.”

“Wow...you know, it seems like a lot of guys would want that job.”

“Yeah. The difference is, I'm not just in it for my own pleasure. I'm in it for their pleasure mostly. And my pleasure kind of just happens as a result of their pleasure, so everyone's happy. It's a pretty great way to live...you want breakfast?”

“Yeah, that'd be fantastic.”

They finished dressing and began to prepare breakfast.

…

It was a good day outside.

Summer was in full bloom now and there was a thin cloud cover to the sky, giving the area just enough sunshine to feel good without being overwhelming. A cool breeze whispered through the trees. Owyn thought about this woman he was going to meet. Tawny. It had been a long time since he'd made it with a beryl. In fact...now that he thought about it, he hadn't actually had sex with another beryl since Liz. She had been the only one. Had he really not run into any other beryl since her? In a way, it was kind of sad.

He really liked beryl.

He supposed it made sense that they'd be fairly rare in his country. Given the political and social climate, it made sense that pretty much anyone non-human was rare. He had given serious thought to moving to another country, but that was before he'd began doing the work of a Goddess. He was doing good work here. He could help people, he could make things better, could potentially change the course of some people's lives.

On three separate occasions he'd helped a woman he'd come to sleep with move away from her dreary small village to a larger, more liberal city. He periodically checked in on them and found all three of them significantly happier. Not to mention, he still had his family to think about. He did visit them once a month now, bringing them money or useful items. Here, in this place, he felt...needed. He felt necessary.

It was a good feeling.

But now, as he came on the final approach to where the woman he was to meet was supposed to be, he found himself wondering about Bliss's birthday surprise. What could she possibly have for him? He'd done so much, enjoyed so much sex, had so many sexual partners over the past year...what did she have to give him?

He thought about it for several silent minutes, but ultimately came up with nothing. He just couldn't figure it out.

It must be a really good surprise.

Suddenly, the trees around him fell away and Owyn stepped into a huge clearing. Taking up most of it, on a slight rise of land, was a large stone structure. It had the rough size and shape of a military building, the kind of fort that soldiers of old would occupy. The walls surrounding it were crumbling and partially collapsed in most areas. This must be the place. Carefully, Owyn moved up to the wall, listening for signs of life.

He didn't hear anything.

Peering in through the hole in the wall, he saw that someone had clearly made a camp in some of the open space of the courtyard between the wall and the building itself. There was a fire-pit built but not lit next to a pair of tents, each one of a different design. He didn't see anyone. Maybe she was in the structure itself.

Owyn moved through the crack in the wall and approached the tents. He waited for someone to say something or for the beryl woman to appear from somewhere or something to happen, but still nothing as he stepped into the camp's perimeter. As soon as he did, however, every muscle in his body locked up.

Owyn gasped, or tried to, but he could literally do nothing but breathe and move his eyeballs around. He felt panic explode into him but, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move. From somewhere nearby, he heard movement.

“Well, what do we-oh crap! Crap! Crap! I'm sorry!” a female voice called and he heard running footsteps.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his back and he could move again. He stumbled forward, falling to his hands and knees. He quickly turned and found himself staring up at Tawny. She looked extremely embarrassed.

“Gods, you're glowing pink, you must be from Bliss...augh! I'm so sorry! I thought I'd be finished before you got here.”

“What was that?” Owyn asked, getting to his feet.

“Paralytic spell. It's set to trigger if anyone or anything enters my camp that isn't me...” she explained hesitantly.

Owyn was impressed. “Well, that makes sense, I guess. Uh, you must be Tawny.” He stuck out his hand. “My name is Owyn. I am indeed from Bliss.”

She took his hand and shook it enthusiastically. “Oh, this is so great!” she said, her embarrassment suddenly forgotten. “I wasn't sure it would work at all. I've been a follower of Bliss for close to six months now but I've never really...you know...prayed to her before. Um, well, this is my camp,” she said, extending her hands to encompass the campsite.

Owyn looked around. The first tent, built more like the traditional tents he'd seen, housed little more than a bedroll and a nest of blankets, and a low chest. The other one, larger and taller, housed a dresser and a big desk scattered with all manner of maps, scrolls, books, pens, and curious artifacts. “It's nice,” he said.

“Thanks, I designed it all myself...” She looked him up and down. “You're really handsome,” she said. “I feel so lucky. So, uh, just to be clear, you're here to uh...fuck me, right?”

“That's correct,” Owyn replied. “Whatever you'd like.”

“Excellent! Oh, I really want to get back to the ruins but...fuck it. Let's have a quickie first,” she said, reaching out, taking his hand and excitedly leading him into her tent. He let himself be pulled into it by her.

She fell back onto her nest of blankets and pillows, pulling him down with her and immediately began kissing him. She started pulling up her dress.

“Help me get it off,” she murmured in between kisses.

Happy to help, Owyn grabbed the hem of her dress and began working it up her lithe body. As he broke away from the kiss to pull the dress over her head, he saw that she had opted not to wear anything beneath it. He took a moment to study her naked body, as she laid there next to him. She was tall, having a couple inches on him at least, and she had some nice curves to her, her breasts big and bountiful, topped with light green nipples. He reached over and placed a hand on one thick, green, scaly thigh.

“Well?” she asked softly, reaching down and gripping his hand. She brought it up her smooth, warm body, resting on her breast. “Do you like me? Am I pretty?” she asked.

“Beautiful,” he replied, leaning and kissing her some more.

She responded with passion, kissing him deeply, then she reached for his shirt. “Your turn to get naked,” she said. “I want to see.”

Owyn began getting out of his clothes, sensing her genuine excitement and nervousness. He wondered how old she was. It was difficult to tell, but he figured she couldn't be much older than he was. Or maybe it was just her personality. Before long, he had all his clothes off and Tawny began running her soft, scaly hands across his body.

“I've never...I haven't ever been with a human before,” she said.

“Oh. I didn't know that,” Owyn replied.

“Yeah. I've always been, you know, curious. I've only ever slept with my own kind...okay, well, and a couple of times with this one felis guy I knew. But never any humans or elves. I've always wondered...”

“Am I what you hoped for?”

“Yeah. You're pretty hot.” She reached down and began running her fingers along his dick, which was almost fully hard now. “What about you? Any other beryl?”

“I've slept with one other beryl before,” Owyn replied.

She smiled and took a firm grip on his cock. She leaned in to kiss him again as she started jerking him off. He began running his hands over her body, groping and massaging her large breasts and then down to her thick ass. He then found her tail and ran his fingers lightly along it. Tawny shivered briefly as he did this.

“You like that?” he asked, smiling into the kiss.

“Yes...my tail is sensitive.”

“I'd heard it was considered intimate to do this.”

“It is.”

He continued rubbing her tail slowly while she massaged his cock and kissed him. Before long, Tawny shifted, getting on her back.

“Will you fuck me?” she asked. “Don't worry about making it last long, I just want a quickie for now,” she added.

“Fine by me,” Owyn replied as he got on top of her. She spread her legs for him.

“Mmm...get in,” she said, wrapping her legs around him.

Owyn eagerly obliged her, guiding his cock into her hot, wet pussy. She was incredibly wet and he slipped in without a problem. Tawny gasped and then moaned as he started working his way inside. Owyn immediately became familiar with the way beryl women felt inside. Hot, a little dry but very smooth and slick. Despite the reactive dryness, he didn't have a problem getting inside of her. Tawny moaned loudly as he made his way all the way into her, burying his cock completely in her tight, beryl pussy.

“Oh fuck...it's really good,” she gasped as he started making love to her.

“Yes,” he moaned, sliding rapidly in and out of her. “It is so fucking good.”

She kept her legs wrapped around him and periodically forced him even deeper into her with them, making them both moan. He groped her breasts as she shoved her tongue into his mouth and writhed against him in primal rapture. She moaned, her voice getting higher in pitch and louder as he kept pounding her.

Wanting to try something a little different, Owyn propped himself up a bit and slipped an arm in between himself and her leg. She took the message quickly and let him get both of her legs propped up so that her ankles were closer to her head.

“Wow, you're limber,” he said.

“I travel a lot-oh holy fuck that is a good angle! Fuck me! Keep going! Keep going I'm going to fucking come!” she screamed as he got onto his knees and continued fucking her. Wanting to achieve that success, Owyn placed his hands firmly on the back of her thighs and gave her a good fucking, trying to keep hitting the sensitive spot he'd found. Tawny cried out and just like that she was coming. He felt her muscles beginning to spasm and twitch as the orgasm took her, felt a hot flow of sex juices escape her pussy as she started coming.

“FUCK YES IT'S SO GOOD!” she cried, practically babbling now.

Owyn felt close to orgasm himself. He groaned as he felt the increase of heat and wetness, the way her muscles seemed to be massage his cock, making her even tighter. After fucking her for a few more seconds, suddenly, he was letting off. He groaned, feeling himself going rigid as he started to come, his cock shooting thick loads of his seed into her. He gasped as the pleasure ruptured, flowing through him, radiating out from his center. They both stayed locked like that, lost in their own worlds, until they had finished orgasming.

When it was over, Owyn pulled himself out of her and collapsed into a heap on the blankets next to her. They both laid there for a little bit, chests heaving, getting their breaths back, the sex having really taken it out of them.

“So...satisfactory?” he asked.

“Yes, extremely,” Tawny replied. She sat up. “Okay, now I can actually think straight that I'm not so insanely horny...I knew it'd be awesome to fuck a human.” She moved over to a small washbasin and began to clean herself up, then passed Owyn a warm, wet washcloth. “So, believe it or not, I'm actually a very regimented, organized person. And I've got a job to do out here. This is what I was hoping we could do: you could help me out in the ruins. Mainly I just need someone to watch my back while I investigate the rest of the base. I haven't seen anything yet but there might be some walking corpses or giant spiders or something in there and it's always good to have back up. Then, when we've finished clearing the building out and I've found what I'm looking for, we can come back, have another round of sex, and then you can be on your way. Sound good?”

“Yeah, sounds fine by me,” Owyn replied.

They finished cleaning themselves up and got dressed.

“So, what are you out here looking for?” Owyn asked.

“I'm working for a man whose grandfather was stationed here, I'm recovering a family heirloom. A dagger, actually, that belonged to the man's grandfather's grandfather. Quite old. So that's what I've been looking for,” Tawny explained.

Once they were dressed, they stepped back out into the day. Owyn felt a cool breeze whisper across his skin.

“What makes you sure it's still in there? This place looks seriously old,” he replied.

“Old and supposedly cursed. People are afraid of it. There is evidence of some looting, but not much. Clearly the 'run in, grab what you can see and get out' approach has been implemented. I'm fairly confident it's still around.”

“I see. You know, when Bliss introduced you, she said you were a researcher.”

“I am...of a sort. I love history, I love knowing things. But research alone often doesn't pay good coin. Especially not when you're a beryl in human territory. But one thing that does pay is finding lost things, and that's pretty damned close to research. Sometimes it's the same thing. And it's fun. So, I guess, in a way, I'm currently researching this guy's dead grandfather and his lost dagger,” Tawny explained.

“That makes sense,” Owyn replied.

Owyn made sure to grab his sword and then they made their way through the courtyard and up to the ruined fort.

It took a little less than two hours to clear out the fort. They didn't talk too much because, true to her word, Tawny was organized and motivated. She focused almost wholly on searching whatever room they were in, not just for the missing dagger but for other things as well. Owyn had an idea that she planned on returning more than a few family heirlooms. As it turned out, his presence wasn't required. Not only was the fort not cursed, it was also totally abandoned. They were the only two living beings around.

They finally found the heirloom in one of the lower rooms, in its sheath on the hip of a skeleton that had been stabbed through the gut, locked in a death embrace with its attacker. They had stabbed each other.

“So...what actually happened here?” Owyn asked after Tawny had recovered the dagger and was leaving the room.

“Elves,” she replied. “This was a prison for elves long after there should have been such a thing. The elves snuck into the territory and killed everyone here, then freed the prisoners. There was almost a war over it but luckily, the king managed to convince the leaders that the soldiers here were not acting on behalf of any authority, that they had gone rogue and no one knew that there were elves being held prisoner here.”

“Was that true? Or was he lying?”  Owyn asked.

Tawny shrugged. “We'll never know if it was true or not, not entirely, but I believe the king was telling the truth, based on my research. And the elves bought it, so I guess it doesn't really matter if it was true or not. What happened happened regardless,” she answered.

“Huh, I guess that's true,” Owyn murmured.

They headed back outside and made their way down to the campsite. Owyn waited around for a bit while Tawny took a seat at her desk. She spent a few minutes writing something down in one of the open books there, then in another one of them, then closed them both and gathered them up. She moved into the tent, unlocked a chest on floor by her bed, secured the two books and the dagger in it and locked it back up.

“Okay,” she said brightly, coming back out of the tent. “Now we can have fun. There's actually a little waterfall nearby. I've been bathing there for the past few days. The water's pretty warm. I thought we could go there, have some fun. What do you say?”

“Sounds great,” Owyn replied.

“Good. Let me just grab a few things.” She disappeared back into the tent and reappeared a moment later, holding a small bottle of green goo and a few towels. “Lube,” she said. “I'm going to want it in the ass,” she added.

“Oh...awesome,” Owyn replied, still not having gotten used to it whenever women he slept with or dated simply told him things like that blatantly.

“Thought you'd like that, come on.”

She took his hand and led him away from the camp, into the forest. Now that he was listening for it, Owyn could hear the sound of running water not too far away. He wondered how he'd missed it coming in. He supposed he'd been too intent on thinking about sex with Tawny. The pair of them walked through the forest together.

“So...how'd you end up here? In this life? This job?” he asked.

“I kind of fell into it. I grew up on an island colony east of here. It was attacked by a large fleet of raiders. They basically razed it to the ground. Me, my parents, and some others managed to escape in a boat. We docked with Mist and tried to make a life for ourselves there. It was pretty crappy. I realized that I had a talent for finding lost things and a love of history so I kind of just put the two together and started investigating the local ruins. That's what's so interesting about this country. It has such a long history that there's ruins pretty much everywhere. Old houses, old castles, old forts, abandoned cave systems...

“So, yeah, a career kind of fell out of that,” she explained.

“What about your parents?” Owyn asked.

“They're still back in Mist. I finally made enough money that I helped them buy an inn, something they've always wanted to do. They run it together and live upstairs, in one of the rooms. They're happy as can be.”

“How about you? What are their thoughts on this?”

“They're happy about that, too. Every now and then I get the whole 'you should come home and settle down with a family' speech, but it comes with less frequency now. I always tell them I'm young, I've got time, and I'm not even sure if I want a family. I love life on the road too much for now to consider that,” Tawny explained.

They arrived at the waterfall. It was pouring into a small watering hole. The water looked clean and clear and terribly inviting after two hours of wandering around a hot, dusty fort. The pair of them quickly stripped naked and hopped into the water.

“Ah, this is great,” Tawny said after surfacing.

“It's pretty fantastic, I love being in the water,” Owyn agreed, running his hands through his short hair.

They moved closer to each other in the water, coming together and kissing. Owyn ran his hands across her slippery smooth body beneath the water as they made out, twining tongues and swapping saliva. He groped her large, scaly breasts and then slipped his hand down to her thick ass, giving it a squeeze. After another half minute of this, he disengaged from her and gently turned her around. “What are you doing-oh wow, okay...” she murmured.

With one hand, he began groping one of her breasts and playing with her nipple, with the other, he slipped a finger in between her legs, finding her clit and beginning to pleasure her. Tawny let out a moan and he could feel her tail between his legs, gently rubbing against them. He began kissing the side of her neck as he used his fingers to please her. She cried out as he kept stimulating her, slowly building the pleasure, going faster and harder with his finger. He then slipped it inside of her, lifting her up a bit, and she cried out even louder.

For a moment, he wondered if anyone might discover them.

It gave him a lot less discomfort than it would have before now.

“Oh yes! Keep going! Fuck!” Tawny cried.

She began to writhe and twist in his grasp, moaning in desperate pleasure as she started to come. He could feel the hot jet of sexual liquids escaping around his finger, going onto his hand and diffusing into the water. She continued to twist and shudder until the orgasm had run its course a little while later, then she sagged against him.

“That...was fantastic. Now fuck me,” she said, turning back around. “Or, better yet, I'll fuck you. At least for now,” she added.

She finished turning around and wrapped her arms and legs around him. Owyn reached down and guided his cock into her slick, wet opening. They both moaned, resting their foreheads against each other now, as he penetrated her.

“Yessssss...” she groaned.

Tawny started riding his dick, sliding herself slowly up and down it, taking in his entire length in slow, smooth waves. She began kissing him again, slipping her tongue in as she kept riding his cock. Inside, she was tight and wet and smooth. He could feel her thigh muscles working as she rode him with an almost frantic pace. If she kept this up he was going to blow off pretty soon. He tried to keep himself under control, but before long he had to keep Tawny from going any further. “I'm gonna blow if we keep this up,” he said.

“Okay, lemme get re-positioned, you can finish in my ass,” she replied.

She got off his dick and guided him closer to the shore, where they could more easily stand. Once they were there, she turned around and bent over. Looking back over her shoulder at him, she grinned and ran her hands over her thick, green ass.

“You like anal?” she asked.

“Love it,” he replied, going to retrieve the lube. “It feels pretty fucking great.”

“It really does,” Tawny agreed. “I don't know why but I just love the way a dick feels in my ass,” she added.

“I imagine that must make you popular with your lovers.”

She laughed. “It does.”

He grabbed the lube and poured some out into his hand. Making a fist and squeezing to evenly distribute it, he rubbed his cock down and then he rubbed the rest over Tawny's ass, then he washed his hand off in the water.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yeah, I'm ready,” she replied, bending over.

She looked very inviting. Owyn guided his cock into her incredibly tight ass. They both moaned in sexual pleasure as he penetrated her ass, then started working his way slowly and carefully inside. He continued pushing his way a little bit deeper with each thrust until he was all the way inside of her, his hips meeting her ass.

“Oh fuck that's good...” Tawny moaned.

“Yeah,” Owyn gasped as he started really fucking her up the ass. “It feels so fucking incredible...I'm not going to last very long,” he replied.

“Keep going for as long as you can...I'm gonna come soon...this always makes me come fast...” Tawny said.

They both continued moaning, louder and louder, as Owyn fucked her up her tight, beryl ass. He gripped her hips firmly, giving her a good fucking like she'd asked for, burying himself deep within her over and over again.

In the end, it was a close finish.

Tawny started moaning in that way that some women did when they were very close to an orgasm, her moans very close together, going up in pitch rapidly. Owyn was right on the verge of orgasm himself when she started coming. He couldn't hold it back any longer. It simply felt too good. He cried out, digging his fingernails into her scaly skin as he started to come inside of her. “Oh Tawny!” he cried. “Your ass feels so fucking good!”

The pleasure was immediate and powerful as he started coming once more, shooting his seed directly into her ass. He rode his orgasm, feeling every pulse of pleasure as he came inside of Tawny, filling her up.

When they were finished, he pulled out of her and they both moved to sit near the shore. They sat in the water up to their waistlines, leaning against each other.

“Satisfied?” Owyn asked after a moment.

Tawny nodded and rested her head against his shoulder. “Very. In a way, I feel kind of bad for the next human guy I talk into fucking me. He'll have a lot to live up to.”

Owyn laughed awkwardly. “Well, I'm glad you had fun.”

“What about you?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely. You're really good in bed.”

“Thanks.”

They sat there together a bit longer, then they got out of the water and dried off. Once they were dry, they pulled their clothes back on, gathered their belongings, and made their way back to camp. On the way there, a thought occurred to Owyn.

“Oh yeah, before I go, I was wondering...do you know if there's a shrine to Bliss somewhere nearby?” he asked.

“Yes, there is, actually. It's about a half hour's walk south of here, deeper in the forest, in a clearing. Why?” Tawny replied.

“In the dream, she asked me to visit it.”

“Oh. That makes sense.”

Once they got back to camp, Owyn collected his belongings, gave Tawny a goodbye kiss and then continued his journey, heading south.

…

He couldn't stop wondering what was in store for him as he headed south.

The walk was pleasant, the day nice and warm with a cool breeze. He managed to find a path through the woods that took him most of the way there and as he approached the half-hour mark of walking, he began to worry that he might not be able to find it on his own. The instructions had been pretty vague...

But as he kept walking, he began to get a kind of sense of being pulled. It was strange and subtle, but he began wanting to walk in a certain direction, off the beaten path, so he did, heading into the trees. The plant life grew thicker, the canopy overhead blocking out more of the sunshine. He kept pushing through the branches and leaves and foliage, sure that he was getting much closer to the shrine now.

Suddenly, as he pushed through a particularly thick set of branches, he came into a clearing. In the middle of it was a gazebo with peeling white paint. It looked like it had been there for quite a long time, years at least, possibly decades, and it had been untended for just as long. Near the back of it was another life-size statue of Bliss, a shrine to the Goddess. At the foot of the shrine was a bedroll and a small nest of blankets and pillows.

Owyn walked up into the gazebo and stood before the shrine, uncertain of what to do next. Bliss had never informed him of any incantations, any rituals he was to perform...nothing. She was very different from other Gods and Goddesses he'd heard about. There was a kind of no-nonsense, plain, obvious simplicity to how she dealt with things.

“Uh...I'm here, Goddess,” Owyn said.

There was a small flash of light and suddenly, the statue before him was no longer a statue but a living, breathing woman.

A Goddess.

Bliss.

She was a few inches taller than he was, her skin flawless, smooth, and soft mocha in color. Her hair, loose and down, framing her face, was dark black with red streaks in it. Her build tended towards thicker, her thighs pleasantly padded, her hips broad, her breasts very large and beautiful. She was completely naked, every inch of soft, flawless skin completely bared to him. In between her legs, her vagina was a taut, smooth line, free of hair, looking almost...stylized, like an ideal form of a vagina, not a real one.

She stared at him with a broad smile and her vivid, glowing pink eyes.

Still, as he stared at her, he was struck again by that incredibly odd quality she had. She looked both plain and extremely beautiful at the same time. To say that it was confusing to the eye and mind would be an understatement.

“Owyn,” she said, smiling, extending her hand as she stepped down off the pedestal. Owyn took it, leaned in and kissed it. “I'm so glad you came.” She raised her other hand and, suddenly, everything seemed to change. Owyn looked around, trying to discern what was different. The edges of the clearing they both stood in had become...blurry, almost. Less substantial, somehow. For a second, he had the odd but distinct impression of being inside of a giant bubble.

“What happened?” he asked quietly, his eyes drawn back to the perfect nude Goddess standing before him.

“We are now in a place apart from time and space. Our own little dimension. I did this to make the present I'm going to give you a bit easier to facilitate. So, I bet you're wondering, what is the present that you are to receive.”

“Yeah,” Owyn replied, unable to say anything else.

“Good. As I've said, you've been serving me faithfully for four months now, with no end in sight. You haven't even come close to failing any of the tasks I've laid before you. So I wanted to reward you. I'm going to have sex with you, Owyn.”

He couldn't think of a response.

This was almost too much to process.

Bliss smiled wider. “I know. Sex with a Goddess. Normally, it would kill you, and you won't actually remember everything about this experience. But you will remember that we had sex and that it was the best sex of your life, but everything else...well, it will be too much. I'm sort of bending the rules of reality to make this happen, which is easier inside this little bubble. So, are you ready Owyn? Are you ready to make love with me?”

“Yes,” he replied. What other answer was there?

“Good. Let's dispose of these for now...” She raised her hand and made a flicking gesture. Just like that, he was naked, his clothing and armor piled neatly at the edge of the gazebo now, his boots on top of them, his pack beside them. “Lay down. This is going to be all about you, Owyn. This will be your reward.”

“Okay,” he replied, lying down, his brain almost non-functioning now.

He was going to fuck a Goddess.

He laid down on the blankets and bedroll, and Bliss moved to join him. Every movement she made was perfectly poised and graceful. She straddled him, settling into place on top of him and smiling down at him benevolently. Reaching down, she gripped his wrists and brought them slowly up to her large breasts. Owyn groaned as he began groping them. They were perfect in his grasp, the skin soft like silk, like cotton, like a dream. She let him grope her for a little bit longer before she took his hands away and placed them on her hips, then she leaned down and pressed her lips against his. He slid his hands around to her thick ass.

When their lips met, Bliss kissed him so deeply and passionately that he almost came right then and there. But something was preventing him from coming, he could feel it, just like the sex he'd had with Lexi, although this definitely felt somehow different. He heard her moan softly and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. She tasted of everything good, everything sweet, mixed and blended to perfection.

Owyn continued running his hands across her perfect, voluptuous body. Her skin was smooth and warm, utterly flawless. It was like touching magic or pure fantasy. It seemed like there was some kind of electrical current running through her body. Everywhere he touched her made his skin tingle pleasantly. Bliss began to rub her immense breasts against his chest as she made out with him, twining her tongue with his own, staring into his eyes with her intense pink gaze. They continued kissing long beyond what he normally would be able to and Owyn realized that he hadn't taken a breath in close to five minutes.

That fact made him panic briefly and Bliss sensed this.

She stopped kissing him. “Are you okay?” she asked.

Owyn took a deep breath. “Yeah, I just...I haven't been breathing.”

“It's fine. I told you, the rules don't apply here. Sorry, I should have been more specific. Don't worry. No harm can come to you while you are here, Owyn...you want me to suck you off now? How'd you like to come on the face of a Goddess?” she asked.

“I'd love that more anything,” Owyn replied.

She grinned. “I'm sure you'll love coming in my ass more.”

She slid down the length of his body and got in between his legs. Moving with perfect grace, she gripped his cock and slipped it into her mouth. Owyn cried out as she started sucking him off. She bobbed her head rapidly and perfectly. He watched as his cock disappeared into her mouth over and over again, watched the way her rich pink lips slid up and down the length of his cock with an unnatural precision.

He didn't know how long she sucked him, working his dick with her hand as well and massaging his balls with her other hand, her touch amazing and soft. They were in a timeless place. It could have been a minute or an hour. But when he came, it was like an explosion, like a force of nature. He heard himself yell as he started coming into Bliss's mouth. She continued sucking him off, the pleasure exploding through him, radiating out from his core. It was on par with the orgasms he'd had with Lexi when they were together.

He panted and moaned as his dick kicked and spurt thick loads of his seed into Bliss's waiting mouth. She continued working his shaft and massaging his balls as she sucked him, as if she was trying to pump him completely dry. When he finished, she took him slowly out of her mouth and sat up, staring at him.

“Don't worry, it gets even better,” she said.

“I wasn't worried...I thought I was going to come on your face. Not that I'm complaining,” he replied.

“That's what's next on the list,” she replied.

She got back down into position and Owyn glanced down. He realized that he was still hard and still horny.

“Yes,” she said, as if reading his mind. She probably could, he realized. “There's no refraction time in here. No limit on seed, either.”

She grabbed his cock once more, leaned in and began licking its head. Owyn gasped and moaned as she did this, sending even more pleasure through him. She kept this up for awhile, not breaking stride, and made him come a second time. The orgasm seemed even more powerful and she began to jack him off rapidly as he came, letting him shoot his load all over her beautiful, perfect face. Owyn cried out, watching in pure fascination as his dick spat thick loads of his seed across her cheeks, her lips, her nose.

“Mmm...good boy,” she said when he had finished, then she put it into her mouth and cleaned it, slowly pulling it out and sucking while she did. She sat up once more and made a short, languid gesture with her hand. At once, his seed vanished from her face. She was like new again. “Now, my handsome disciple, are you ready to fuck me? I want to feel you filling me with your seed.”

She got into position on top of him, though it was a difficult position, or would have been for anyone not in incredible shape. She stood on her feet, squatting down over him, her legs spread as far as they could go. She placed her hands on her knees and lowered herself until her pussy was right over his dick. Owyn groaned as she continued lowering herself, taking his entire length in without pausing. They both moaned as she began to ride him.

Owyn watched, amazed, as she continued doing this. Literally the only thing touching him was her vagina.

“You like this?” she asked.

“Yes...oh wow...it's so good, Bliss,” he moaned, simply laying back and getting fucked by the Goddess, almost paralyzed with the pleasure. It looked like it was costing her no effort at all to do this. She was practically floating.

She continued riding him and kept him from coming until she was ready to switch positions. “Your turn,” she said as she laid down on top of him, grabbed him and rolled them both over, so that she was lying on her back. “You fuck me now.”

Owyn needed no further prompting than that. He pushed himself up on his palms and started pounding her, almost salivating over his desire to mate with the Goddess. Looking down at her, at her perfect body, her flawless mocha skin, her impossibly perfect features, awoke something in him. Some pure, ancient, primal lust that consumed him with desire and passion. He moaned loudly as he made frantic, passionate love Bliss, watching her huge breasts bounce and sway, watching himself disappear into her pussy over and over again.

He didn't know how long he kept this up, but suddenly he wanted to fuck her from behind. She sensed this.

“Here, we can switch,” she said.

Owyn didn't want to pull out of her. He brought one of her legs up and around, then leaned forward. Slowly, he rolled her over onto her stomach, feeling his dick twist around her inside of her. Bliss had no objections to this. He laid down on top of her and started humping her again, thrusting deep into her, grinding against her thick ass. She moaned as she took his dick. “Yes, Owyn...that's good...give it to me...fuck me hard...” she moaned. “I haven't had sex with a mortal in far too long, I'd forgotten how fun it can be,” she groaned.

He couldn't believe this. He was fucking a Goddess and she was enjoying it. He pushed himself up, staring down at her thick ass, watching his cock as he continued fucking her tight, wet pussy. Before long, he wanted to pound her doggystyle and he got up, pulling her with him, keeping her legs pressed tightly together.

“Oh yes,” she breathed, gasping. “That's it...keep going...”

Owyn grabbed her ass and really started pounding her, going deep and hard, pushing his dick further and further into her.

Suddenly, he felt his control slip and he realized that she was going to allow him to orgasm now. He screamed as he started coming, this one even more powerful than the previous two. He leaned forward, squeezing his eyes shut, completely, wholly lost in a timeless moment as he started shooting his load directly into the pussy of a Goddess.

The pleasure came at him in waves, like being caught in a maelstrom at sea. He lost all sense of direction, of time, of himself. There was just the orgasm. He could feel his dick kicking and spitting his seed, spilling it into Bliss's pussy, which felt like it was actually massaging his cock, like her muscles were working to pump him dry.

He continued for a long time, he didn't know how long, but finally he came back to himself. He pulled out of Bliss.

“Put it in my ass, Owyn. You have one more orgasm in you before it will become too much,” Bliss said, look at him over her shoulder.

“Yes, my Goddess,” he replied.

She made a face of surprised pleasure as he slipped his cock into her thick, well-padded ass, then faced forward again, lowering her front half even more, burying her face in the pillows and presenting her ass to him.

He moaned as he started fucking it. The pleasure was already building, rising, as he slid his cock in and out of her tight, pink opening. He groped her ass as he fucked it, relishing the feel of her, the unrivaled pleasure. Slowly, he slid his hands around to her hips, groping them, knowing that he was on the verge of the largest orgasm in his life.

“Come in me once more, Owyn,” Bliss said. “Fill me.”

He couldn't hold on any longer. Owyn looked down at his dick going in and out of her tight, perfect ass and then he began to come.

It was the greatest thing he'd ever felt.

He often thought of his orgasms as filling him with pleasure, but it was always an exaggeration. Not this time. He was blown away by the orgasm, as if he'd been picked up and tossed aside by a tidal wave of raw sexual rapture. His entire body was filled with pleasure. Every fiber of his being, every part of him, felt good, bursting with blissful, euphoric ecstasy. It felt like his entire body was orgasming and for that timeless moment, he existed in a state of pure pleasure. He didn't know how long it lasted, but when he came to, he was lying on his back, staring up at Bliss, who stood over him, naked and perfect and smiling.

“Did you enjoy your reward, Owyn?” she asked, knowing full well what his answer would be.

“Beyond words,” he replied.

“I thought so. You've done so well, and I hope you'll continue to serve me so faithfully.”

“To my death,” Owyn replied.

She leaned down and trailed her fingers across his face. “I'm glad to hear that. When you wake up, you'll have another task. I know that you wanted to head home and see your family. I've found someone in Fish View who requires your services.”

“Thank you, my Goddess. I appreciate this. I...I love you, my Goddess.”

She smiled kindly. “And I you, my disciple.” She leaned down and kissed him once more, deeply and passionately on the lips. “Have fun, Owyn. And sleep now...”

A warm, comfortable darkness began to steal over him, and before he knew it, Owyn was fast asleep.

…

Owyn opened his eyes and slowly sat up.

He was lying in the gazebo and it was early morning, the sun just beginning to rise. He was naked, his clothing and armor stacked by his feet, boots on top of them, backpack by them. He felt refreshed, he felt utterly aware and perceptive, as if he'd actually gotten all the sleep he needed to fully recharge himself.

Turning around, Owyn looked up at the statue of Bliss. It was smiling. Owyn couldn't help but smile back.

Slowly, he rose and began to dress.

There was a job he had to do, in Fish View.

A job he was happy to do for the rest of his life.

Once he was dressed, Owyn left the gazebo and continued his journey.

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