[XP] The Beta Codes [Str8] [sci-fi] [fantasy] [nc/reluc] [bodyswap]

“Check it, dudes!” Steve exclaimed, barreling into the room. “Got the beta codes!”

“Nice, bro.” Lance offered, eyeing the box he was lugging around warily.

“What’s the rest of the stuff?” Chris offered, pointing to it.

“Some kind of VR peripheral that goes with the game, or something. Like a Kinect, I think.”

Steve unwrapped the box and pulled out three of the four sensor bars in it, giving one each to Lance and Chris, perching the final one on top of his own monitor.

“Who’s the fourth one for?” Chris asked. “Your girlfriend?”

Steve nodded as Lance smirked and mimed a whip crack. “Better to give it to Lee, dude. Girls suck at games like these.”

“First of all, fuck you.” Steve offered flatly. “Second, I seem to recall Linda whooping your ass all the way up and down Rainbow Road the last time she came over.”

“Pshaw”, Lance offered, “Mario Kart is kiddie stuff.”

“And _third_ of all, fuck you again.” Steve pressed on. “She wants in on this, and I’m not getting in the fucking doghouse for Lee.”

“Whatever, bro.” Lance shrugged him off with, as he affixed the sensor bar to the top of his own monitor and accepted his beta code scratch card.

Moments later the doorbell rang, and while Lance and Chris set up their installs and beta accounts, Steve went upstairs, returning shortly with Linda in tow, her machine stashed in her pink Hello Kitty laptop bag. She was quickly set up at the fourth desk, and with everything set up and installed, the four of them headed into character creation.

“So how you want to do this?” Chris offered. “Seems like the standard party size is five, so we’re pretty good, right?”

“Yeah.” Linda said. “Me and Steve will do tank and healer, right?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah. I’ll do a human priestess, you take a paladin?”

“Awesome.” Linda said with a grin.

“I’ll take a drow sorceress.” Lance grinned. “These graphics are the bomb, too, and these character options…”

Linda looked over at his screen. “Tits that size looks like they’d be unweildy.”

“You’re just jealous.” Lance said with another grin.

Chris glanced over as well. “I think she’s right, dude, I think you’re actually getting an agility penalty.”

“Shit”, Lance said, “I think you’re right.” Quickly, he scaled back the size to the largest he could make them without catching an agility penalty, which was still pretty substantial. “That’ll work.”

“We need melee DPS as well?” Steve asked.

“Hybrid will do better, I think.” Chris offered. “I’ll go with an elf huntress to round out the party. We can pick up a warrior or whatever later.”

Steve looked over at Linda’s screen. “Woah, what’s with the monster cock?”

“Just having fun with the character options.” she offered with a giggle, while scaling it back by a hair. “They are really detailed.”

“Yeah…” Chris mused. “Like, almost weirdly so.”

“Better than identical ken and barbie dolls, tho’, isn’t it?” Linda offered with a shrug. “Oh, hey, we should probably try this ‘party start’ thing.”

“Good call.” Chris said, pushing ‘Party Start’. “Looks like it’s more of a guild start. What should we call it?”

“How about ‘The Raging Pussies’?” Linda offered in a heartbeat.

“Hah.” Lance snorted. “Love it. Go for it.”

“Cool.” Chris said. “Just push ‘Party Start’ when you’re ready, and type it in.”

Soon enough all four of them were done, and as Lance was finally happy with choosing the particular shade of black skin (jet) and white hair (snow) he liked best, he pushed start as the last of them. A moment later, the four sensor bars built a laserlight tesseract between them, and when the light receeded, the room was empty, save for four silent and dark computers on their sturdy desk/chair combos.

## Christina the Elf Huntress

Christina blinked blearily against the bright sunlight filtering through the green leaves above, where she lay on the grass on the river bank. Character Creation had transmitted her dutifully; she was tall and slender, with small perky breasts for a mild agility bonus, her golden pixie cut hair shon against her pale skin, and framed by neat brows her emerald green eyes twinkled brightly.

“Wha…” she mumbled. “What happened?”

While she understood the words she was saying, she didn’t recognize them, and soon realized she was speaking Elvish.

“Hi!” a small ball of soft pink light carried on diaphanous wings replied cheerily. “I’m the Tutorial Fairy, your guide to the world of Enanor. This is the Sylvan Forest, and first of all, I’ll be getting you familiar with your class and culture!”

“I was just at my … calculating machine, then this place…”

The fairy buzzed angrily. “Please be aware that Enanor is built on strict RP! No more out of character chit-chat, please! However, since you clearly failed to read the manual, I’ll quickly explain. Using the four-thing, players are transported into Enanor, body and soul, for the most immersive game experience possible. While you’re in the game, practically speaking time will be frozen in your world of origin, although in reality it’s far more complex. You really should have read the manual…”

The Tutorial Fairy buzzed around Christina’s head for a while, trying to explain the whole matter, somewhat hampered by the lack of certain key terminology in the elvish language, and soon the huntress waved them off.

“In summary”, Christina ventured, “I get back in my body when the beta is over.”

The fairy gave a happy ping, momentarily glowing brightly. “There you go. Now, please stay in character.”

Christina nodded weakly as she got unsteadily to her feet. “What’s first, forest spirit?”

The fairy buzzed softly. “First, class and cultural weapons! Elf and hunter is a good combination, as both give a substatinal bonus to the use of bows, as well as between them bonuses to crossbows, daggers, knives and short swords. For starting gear, you’ll find a hunting knife on your hip, and a bow on your back. How about you try to string it?”

Christina reached back where somehow she knew her bow to be, and pushing it up against a tree she quickly had it strung.

The fairy pinged happily again. “There you go! Now, it appears someone has left a practice target hanging from that branch across the river, why don’t you try and hit it with an arrow?”

Christina nocked an arrow from her quiver and drew her bow, before loosing it at the target with hardly a heartbeat for aim, hitting it square. The fairy pinged happily. “Again!” Again Christina loosed a shot, hitting the target with practiced ease.

The fairy pinged happily again and flitted over to a tree. “It looks like someone has left a few arrows behind here. You’ll want to fill up your quiver with these! Arrows are hard to come by, but remember than even if they break on impact, arrow heads can usually be salvaged, and you can fletch new arrows.”

Christina nodded as she picked up the bundle of arrows and slid it deftly into her quiver.

The fairy pinged happily. “Now, walking around with your bow strung is not only bad for it, it’ll also make people uneasy, so you’d better sling it for now.”

Christina did as she was bid, before checking out the rest of her gear. Aside from her knife and bow, she was dressed in a short green tunic made from linen, along with a leather archer’s chest guard, arm and leg guards, and short boots. On her belt, she had a water skin on one hip, and her hunting knife on the other, and across her back she found her bow and quiver. She also found a small pouch, in which she found some bow string, a few silver coins, and a whetstone.

The fairy buzzed around her as she inspected her gear. “When you have some downtime, you’ll want to tend to your gear. Keep your bow in good repair, your leathers mended, and your knife sharp, and you’ll go far. While the bow is your main tool, the knife is good for close quarters, and you never know when danger will … wait, do you hear that?”

In a flurry of fur, teeth and claws, a wolf emerged from a bush and slammed into Christina, sending her sprawling as it bounded in a tight circle and began closing once more.

The fairy tingled with a loud, shivering ring. “No time for the bow now! Get your knife!”

With a deft roll, Christina drew her knife and slashed at the approaching wolf, missing by a hair, but driving the wolf back momentarily. As it stepped back and reconsidered the rapidly changing odds, she managed to get to her feet. It swooped in again, fangs bared and claws out, and as it swiped her across the thigh, she slashed it along the side, nicking it badly, and with a growling bark, the wolf tucked its tail between its legs and loped off into the forest.

Exhausted, Christina fell to her knees. When she reached down and felt her leg, her fingers came back blooded, and she reeled slightly.

The fairy pinged happily. “Well done! You drove off the wolf, but it looks like you took a bit of damage there.”

The soft ball of light drifted down above the wound, before tingling softly. “It’s not so bad as it looks. Elves don’t need as much sleep, water or food as other peoples to heal and thrive, so you’re set for all of that. Instead, Elves take rest and healing from tranquility, physical intimacy, and quiet meditation in the wild.”

“What?” Christina said with an arched eyebrow.

The fairy buzzed softly. “Here’s an elven woodsman now, what luck! Your wound will heal on its own, in time, so long as you stay rested and tranquil, but to really super-charge your regeneration, the very best is the giving of sexual pleasure. Because of the peculiarities of their physical needs, Elven culture has developed without little in the way of sexual taboos, so you’re in luck!”

The woodsman spotted Christina, and approached with an easy, confident walk. He was tall and slender as well, and his long red hair tied up in a tight ponytail shon like beaten copper as he moved through the leaf-dappled forest light.

The fairy buzzed softly. “As an out of character aside, the last one I’ll afford you, this particular woodsman is the Tutorial Woodsman, but most all people you’ll meet will be other players, and even when they aren’t, remember to stay in character!”

Ignoring the fairy, the woodsman knelt down and felt her blood-slicked thigh. “You’re hurt, huntress.” Standing up, he pulled up his tunic and drew out his cock. It was larger than the one Christina remembered having, and quickly growing erect. “Let me help with that.” he added with an easy smile.

“What exactly…” Christina began, looking unsurely between the cock and the fairy.

The fairy buzzed softly. “For elves, a good way to build resilience, skill learning bonuses and regeneration power is sucking cock. Go on, give it a try.”

“I’m not going to suck his cock.”

The fairy landed on Christina’s shoulder with an angry buzz, and as it landed, an electric shock swept through Christina’s body. “What _you will do_ is to stay in character!”

With a sigh, Christina lent forwards, grasping the base of the woodsman’s cock, starting to slowly work its shaft, feeling it harden between her slender fingers. She was surprised at how familiar it felt, and soon knew it to be as hard as it was going to get. The woodsman shivered and sighed as she wrapped her lips around it and began sucking him off, and with sure, gentle movements, she bobbed back and forth, taking the whole thing in with relative ease. All the while she helped him along with one hand stroking his now-slick shaft, and the other gently fondling and kneading his balls, and soon she felt his hand on her head, gently guiding her movements and rythm. Soon he was teetering on the precipice, and Christine could feel him gently twitching in anticipation.

The fairy buzzed softly. “Remember, it works best if you make sure to swallow it all.”

The woodsman erupted in her mouth, and coughing and sputtering at the suddenness of it, Christina nonetheless managed to choke it all down, in spite of its salty, woodsy taste, and already she felt more tranquil, rested, hale, and thoroughly weird.

The fairy pinged happily. “Excellent! And it looks like between the wolf’s gentle love tap and your cultural bonuses, you’re all but fully healed already! Remember, good fucking is a skill in itself, and even with a cultural bonus helping you along, you’ll want to get plenty of practice!”

Pulling back with a soft pant, Christina looked down at her thigh, and saw that the fairy was right. Even the blood was all but gone. Looking up at the woodsman, he was straighening his tunic with a warm smile. “Glad I could be of help.” he offered, and walked off into the woods once more, vanishing between the trees.

The fairy buzzed softly. “That concludes the tutorial! Let’s see about getting you to the rest of your party!”

Christina eyed the soft ball of light reproachfully. “Sure. Let’s.”

The fairy pinged happily. “And remember! Practice your core skills, tend to your gear, and _stay in character_! Welcome to Enanor!”

## Lanah the Drow Sorceress

Lanah awoke in the darkness, a light blue ball of soft light carried on slender diaphanous wings hovering right above her face. Below her she could feel the rough stone floor through her thin robes of purple silk, and she felt a bit of tightness around her chest where the jet black skin of her large breasts strained against the fabric. A few locks of her long snow white hair lay tumbled over a face, and with a huff and a puff she blew them out of the way to reveal her glimmering purple eyes framed by neatly shaped white eyebrows.

“Hi!” the ball of light said cheerily in Elvish.

“Hi.” Lanah replied warily.

The fairy buzzed happily. “Welcome to Enanor! I’m the tutorial fairy, and I’ll introduce you to your cultural and class skills!”

“Where am I?” Lanah asked groggily. “What happened?”

The fairy sighed wearily. “Why does nobody read the manual?” With robotic precision, the fairy explained Enanor, the strict RP requirement, and the multidimensional shenanigans as best they were able, but Lanah was never quite able to grasp it all.

The fairy buzzed angrily. “Long story short: You’re a drow now, until the beta ends. Then you go back to where you were before you pressed start.”

Lanah nodded, her grogginess departing her by degrees. Unsteadily, she got to her feet, and as the robe adjusted itself under gravity, it felt less tight.

The fairy buzzed over her chest, before coming to rest in the air in front of her face. “You went all out on those! That’ll work out well for you, I think, as will the drow sorceress combo. As a drow, you have a lot of overlap between your class and cultural bonuses, most importantly evocation, dagger, meditation and stealth. You don’t get a cultural bonus to conjuration, and you don’t get any bonus to restoration, but you’re all about causing damage, not fixing it, right?”

Lanah nodded.

“Good!” the fairy exclaimed with a happy buzz. “First, let’s get your darkvision going!”

The soft light emanating from the fairy went out, and after a second of inky blackness, Lanah saw the cavernous room more clearly than before. Looking at the fairy, she saw that her shape was that of a tiny, naked woman, now wreathed in darkness.

“As a drow, you have full darkvision, but anything brighter than moonlight will wash it out, so torches are not your friend, I’m afraid. In these caves, however, I don’t see that being a problem.”

The fairy fluttered over to a doorway. “Let’s go!”

Following her through, Lanah found herself in a long, gently sloping hallway hewn roughly from living stone, and as they walked, the fairy explained. Looking down at herself, Lanah found herself lightly geared, with nothing but her purple silk robes trimmed with gold thread, a simple steel dagger, and a small pouch with magical reagents and a whetstone.

“You’ll want to keep your gear in good repair in your downtime, a sharp dagger is particularly crucial.” the fairy explained. “You won’t be needing it often, but when you need it, you’ll _really_ need it!”

“What about, um, food and water?” Lanah asked.

“Yes! Sustenance! As an elf, you’ll find that you will need much less food and water than anyone else, and the same for sleep. Instead, elves derive sustenance and strength from meditation and physical intimacy. Although, unlike your surface dwelling kin, for drow tranquility is not as favored or as effective as passion is, even though either will serve.”

Lanah gave her a confused look. “It’ll all be made clear, don’t worry. For now, worry about that.”

The fairy pointed down the hallway, to a spider the size of a large dog, standing with its back to them.

“Don’t worry”, the fairy said reassuringly, “it can’t see us. You were sneaking quite well down the hallway.” Lanah hadn’t even noticed herself stealing quietly down the hallway, but she had moved like a ghost. “Now”, the fairy continued, “blast it to bits with a great gout of fire!”

Concentrating, Lanah folded her hand together, before opening them like a flower and spraying forth a jet of orange fire that sprang forwards, enveloping the spider and burning it to a crispy hulk, as a shiver ran through her own body as well.

The fairy pinged happily, momentarily blinding Lanah. “Oh, sorry about that.” she offered with a giggle. “Well done! As a sorceress, magic is the bread and butter of your arsenal of havoc, but remember that magic is draining, and you’ll need to recover from time to time.”

Lanah nodded resolutely as the two of them made their way past the simmering spider husk, coming upon the gallery of a great cavernous room.

“There’s another one down there.” the fairy said, pointing to the lower floor of the cavern from the ledge they were standing on. Again, Lanah tried to set it aflame, but she quickly felt that her power was drained.

The fairy pinged quietly, without the light show this time. “There. Hold on to and learn to recognize that feeling, so you don’t end up rushing into something unprepared. For now, let’s just sneak around it.”

The fairy pointed to the mouth of another tunnel across the room, and quietly the two of them made their way around the ledge that encircled the room and slipped into it. As they made their way up the second corridor, the fairy resumed her explanations.

“There are a couple of ways to regain your magical power. One is to meditate for a while, another is to simply wait it out, but thankfully, there’s another way that’s simpler and quicker by far. And, I think we’re in luck!”

The room they arrived in was much like the one Lanah had woken up in, with a couple of minor differences. For one, there was a door on the other side of the room as well, made from rough-hewn oak, and for another, there was a tall, dark-skinned drow man sitting against the wall, lazily jacking off and oblivious to their precense.

“Masturbating?” Lanah wispered quietly to the fairy.

The fairy nodded. “Mhm. That’d work, but for the best effect, only a good and rough fucking will do.”

Lanah eyed the fairy warily. “You expect _me_ to fuck _him_?” she hissed quietly, but the fairy shook her head, and instead whistled loudly. As she did, the drow’s eyes sprang open and scanned for the sound, and as they fell on Lanah he grinned broadly, baring white, sharp teeth between dark purple lips. “This”, the fairy whispered as the door to the corridor swung shut, “is where your full hourglass figure really comes into its own.”

In a flash, the drow was on his feet, and advancing quickly on Lanah. “What have we here, now?” he asked, his voice rough and rasping.

“Uh, listen…” Lanah started, unsure, but the fairy interrupted her.

“Remember to stay in character now!” she said gleefully. “Drow don’t ask for things, they tell people what they want, and if they won’t give it to them, they take it.”

The drow was on Lanah now, grabbing her arms roughly. “I was hoping someone like you would come around!” he said with a grin.

“Get off me.” Lanah said evenly, throwing in a determined scowl for good measure.

“Hah.” the drow snorted. “I can smell your cunt craving me from here.”

“I said”, Lanah said again, trying to pull an arm from his grasp, “get off me.” The fairy gave her an urging nod. “Or”, she continued, “you’ll come to regret it.”

“Bet you I won’t.” the drow said, spinning her around and pushing her body up against the heavy stone door to the corridor below. With one hand pressed on the back of her shoulders, he pulled up her robes with the other, and resting the hem on her ass, he stuck two broad fingers into her wetness, where they slipped in without resistance.

“Get. Your. Hands. Off. Me.” Lanah repeated stubbornly.

“Yeah, I know you want my cock instead.” he said with a grin, and with one hand on her hip and the other wrapped around her to grope her chest, he pushed himself roughly into her, burying his cock to the base. On the second stroke, his face slid up beside her ear. “Think you can hide nipples harder than my cock with that thin silk?”

Lanah gave a growling moan.

“I’ll admit I couldn’t really smell your cunt”, the drow said as he fucked her harder still, both hands on her hips now and pressing her into the stone door with every thrust, “but your body betrays you all the same. I know a cock-starved slut when I see one.”

Lanah gave another growling moan, her body trembling under his heavy-handed attention. With a few more thrusts he was done, and as she felt him filling her up in large, warm spurts, she rent the air with a loud scream as her body convulsed in orgasm.

“Told you I know a cock-hungry slut when I see one.” he panted as he withdrew from her and took a step back.

The fairy pinged happily. “Good! That conc-” she began, but Lanah interrupted her.

“I hope you had your fun.” she said as she turned herself around, and after shoving him a few steps back with a heaving kick, she let loose a great gout of fire that enveloped the drow and burnt him to a crisp.

Panting heavily, she stood watching the corpse smolder, until the fairy pinged happily again. “Very good! Making good on your threats is very much in character! That concludes the tutorial, so let’s get you on your way to meet up with your party.”

Lanah panted heavily, and gave the fairy a reproachful look. “That’s how you end a tutorial? With sexual assault?”

The fairy frowned. “Okay, so that’s … _less_ very much in character. As a final out of character aside, if you had read the manual, you would have _known_ that drow operate with a very different concept of ‘sexual consent’ than you’re probably used to. But it seems nobody reads the manual. Good beta note! That needs to be addressed!”

The smoldering drow’s cum running down the inside of her legs in thick rivulets, Lanah gave the fairy a sour look, but finally let her lead her from the caverns.

## Stella, Priestess of the Light and Thoradal the Paladin

As Stella came to, she found herself leaning against a heavy stone altar, sunshine streaming through stained glass windows, painting her white linen robes with rainbow lights. As she had ordered, Character Creation had left her of middling height, with long brown hair falling over her shoulders in lazy curls and spilling over the pale skin of her breasts, their cleavage laid well bare by the low cut of her robes. Of middling size, she had opted not to push the limit like Lance had done, and against the fabric of her robes they felt light and perky. As she raised her baby blue eyes, they fell upon Thoradal, standing against the wall across from her, below the window.

He greeted her with a grin, showing off his bright white teeth buried in his tangled red bush of a beard, with a shaggy mop atop his head to match. From where she was sitting it was hard to tell his height, but she judged it as six feet at the least, and from below his broad breastplate, his heavily muscled arms sprouted, covered in more shaggy red hair, ending in massive hands, folded across his chest. His thick legs were covered with chainmail, and over it a steel belt, amply sized codpiece and steel greaves, and tall steel boots, all polished to a high sheen.

“Rise and shine, sleepy head!” he said with an easy laugh.

“Uhn… How long have I been out?” Stella asked, cradling her throbbing head. “Also”, she added, “where are we?”

“What do you mean, where are we? This is Enanor!” Thoradal exclaimed, before giving her a wary look. “Jeez. Don’t tell me you didn’t read the manual.”

Stella shook her head nervously.

“Ach!” Thoradal exclaimed. “Foolish girl. And I bet neither of your jackshit friends did either. Well, their both in for a surprise, Lance in particular.”

He reached out his arm to Stella, and as she took it, he pulled her to her feet. “Although…” he mused, “from some of the stories I’ve heard about Lance’s exploits, maybe it’ll be good for him.”

Stella blinked with confusion. “What are you talking about?”

The paladin laughed heartily, his entire frame rocking from the belly. “I’ll let La- nah, Lanah explain it to you when we meet up.”

“Lanah?” Stella asked.

“His character name. That boy has no imagination, although Chris’ is worse.”

Stella arched an eyebrow.

“Christina.” Thoradal confided with another laugh, and Stella joined in.

“How do you know, anyway?” she asked, looking around the room. It was a chapel of some description, lit only by the sunlight streaming in through the stained glass windows.

Thoradal fixed Stella with a weary look. “Try and keep up now, because I’m going to get super technical. Because I read the manual, right, I knew what was going down. And because I knew what was going down, I made sure to make a note of the character names on their screens before pressing start.”

“You don’t need to talk to me like I’m an idiot.” Stella said in a huff.

Thoradal gave her a light kiss, his bristly beard caressing her soft cheeks. “Then don’t make it so tempting, idiot.” he said with a grin as he pulled away.

“Anyway”, he explained, “I dismissed the tutorial fairy, _thinking that you had read the manual_, the fool I, so I guess I’ll be showing you the ropes.”

Stella nodded.

“The engine is heavily skill-based, with not so much in the way of levels or anything like that. You just kind get more powerful as you get better at your skills, which are raised by practice. Various things give skill learning bonuses for a time, and increase regenerative power, as well as actual fighting power and skill bonuses and whatever.”

“Such as?” Stella interjected.

“Heh”, Thoradal mused, “we’ll get to that later. For now, you should know that humans don’t get culture skill bonuses, but also no culture skill maluses, they’re just good all-rounders. For your class skill bonuses, you get restoration, dagger, healing and, … a couple of other things. I get various weapon skills and a smaller bonus to light magic, which is the same as restoration, and meditation. Actually, you get meditation as well, come to think of it.”

Stella nodded. “What is meditation good for?”

“It’s a way of restoring your magical power. Mana, essentially. In any case, since we don’t have culture skill bonuses, we’d do well to hack the system a bit. As a priestess, you can solemnize our relationship, which’ll also give skill and synergy bonuses, and works out super well for a healer tank combo.”

Stella arched and eyebrow and crinkled her nose at this. “You mean _marry_ us?”

Thoradal gave her an easy smile. “The fear of commitment bit is cute, but may I remind you that this _is_ just a game?”

“Doesn’t feel like one, entirely…” Stella protested. “But fine. How do I do it?”

Thoradal clasped her dainty hands in his own huge ones. “Just decide to do it, and the words will come to you.”

Stella nodded, before looking into Thoradal’s bright green eyes.

“In the sight of the Light, I swear to be your comfort and your shield.” she said, the words coming through her easily.

“In the sight of the Light, I swear to be your strength and your sword.” Thoradal replied.

“With this kiss, I thee wed.” they both said in unison, and shared a light, heartfelt kiss, and at once Stella felt stronger for it.

“See?” Thoradal asked with a grin. “That wasn’t so bad?”

Stella nodded. “Sure. What now?”

“Now we go find the rest of our party, and start the game for real. One final thing, though. The game has enforced RP. The starting areas are kind of exempt, but once we leave here, I am Thoradal the paladin, your loving husband, and you’re Stella the priestess, my loving wife. Breaking character is, like, a _super_ bad idea.”

Stella nodded. “Got it.”

Thoradal laughed. “And you’ll want to work on how you speak.” he said with a grin. “My lady.”

With a laugh, Stella curtsied, and they made their way out of the chapel.

Outside, the sun was shining on a small clutch of houses clustered around the small chapel, and along the street stood a couple of market stalls, manned by gruff-looking men in leather jerkins, selling various bits and bobs.

“Where to, my love?” Stella asked, wrapping her slender arms around one of Thoradal’s huge ones.

“I think we should make our way up to the capital.” he suggested. “We can meet up with Lanah and Christina there, and then see about spreading the Light to some of the darker corners of Enanor. But if I’m to travel anywhere, I need to get out of all this armor.”

Stella nodded. “An inn, then, to pack and prepare?”

Thoradal nodded in turn, and together they made their way across the square to a three-story inn on the edge of the small clutch. Inside, he was quick to spot the innkeep, and they strode over.

“These two humble servants of the Light beseech you offer room for the night, and board.” he asked the innkeep, who looked the pair of them over skeptically.

“Are servants of the Light taking vows of poverty now, that they have to beg for lodgings?” he offered with a frown, and Thoradal answered him with an easy smile.

“More a vow of frugality, if anything. But if silver offers you more than the Light does, who is a one to argue?”

Thoradal gently nudged Stella, and she started looking through her reagent pouch for a few pieces of silver, but the innkeep rumbled and relented. “Very well, then, have a room. I suppose I should be honored, right?”

Thoradal and Stella gave him easy smiles both, and let them lead him to the back of the inn, where he ushered them into a smallish room. “I’ll bring some food for you, too, if it keeps you out of the common room.”

Thoradal bowed solemnly. When the innkeep stepped out, he turned to Stella, and indicated the straps holding his breastplate together. “Help me with these?”

Obediently, Stella helped Thoradal out of his armor, revealing the simple leather jerkin and trousers underneath. From his travel pack, Thoradal produced a pair of low leather boots to replace his tall steel ones, and started strapping steel and chain to the pack in their place. With only his jerkin, Stella could see more clearly the shape of his huge, rippling chest, and sitting on the edge of the bed she found her self biting her lip as she watched the muscles move under it as Thoradal secured his pack tightly.

Soon, the innkeep came in with their food, a simple meal of roast beef, forest mushroom soup and fresh bread, and bid them good night.

“It’s the middle of the day.” Stella offered after he had left, as she was chewing on her half a loaf of bread dipped in mushroom soup. “What does he have against us, anyway?”

Thoradal shrugged as he took his place next to her and tore into the food. “Nothing, probably. But I’m guessing he has other clientele that is not so eager to meet with the Light.”

Stella nodded. They sat for a while in silence as they ate, and only when they were done did Stella speak up again. “So you said there were some other class skills for priestesses?”

Thoradal grinned. “Yes”, he said, “arousal and comfort.”

“As in…” Stella said with a skeptical look.

“Making people horny and then making them satisfied, yes.”

“I have ‘fucking’ as a class skill.” she asked evenly.

“Yep, and a synergy skill, now that we’re solemnized, but that’s only with me.”

“Of course”, he added with a smile, “I do as well, if you were worried about that.”

“Why.” she asked flatly.

Thoradal hoisted her easily into his lap. “It’s no secret that nothing gets the blood flowing and the spirit moving through the body as well as the gentle touch of a beautiful woman does.”

Stella shifted slightly as she felt herself sitting on something hard, but soon realized with a blush that it was Thoradal’s cock.

“And there is one more part to the solemnization.” Thoradal said with an easy smile, picking a lock of hair out of Stella’s blushing face.

Gently, he slipped one broad hand in under her ass and lifted her up enough to untie his breeches, freeing his massive manhood already straining against them.

“Shit!” Stella exclaimed when she looked down at it. “That thing is huge! I thought you, um, scaled back, earlier?”

Thoradal grinned. “Oh, I did, but I know how you love a challenge.”

Stella gulped. “So I, um…”

“You get on your knees and suck it, yes.” Thoradal confirmed with a nod.

“Oh”, Stella began, “that’s not so -”

“And then we move on to other things.” Thoradal interrupted her with a grin.

Stella gave him a quick kiss, before clambering down onto the floor, when an idea struck her, and she looked up at him. “I’ll make you a deal.” she suggested, and Thoradal raised a curious eyebrow. “I’ll be whatever kind of girl you want while we’re, you know, here, but later, you, um, return the fervor.”

Thoradal gave a heavy, rolling laugh. “Done.” he said. “Go ahead, show me what a girl should be.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Stella grabbed Thoradal’s cock with both hands and locked her lips around its head, eagerly working the shaft while sucking eagerly, going deeper and deeper on every stroke as her confidence grew. Before long, she only had space for one handspan on it, and not long after, not even that. One hand ran readily up and down the slicked shaft to chase her hungry lips, while the other greedily grasped and fondled at his balls.

“Oh, fuck…” Thoradal panted. “You’re going to make me…”

Before he could finish, he exploded in Stella’s mouth, leaving behind a massive load, all of which she hungrily chased and swallowed, save for whatever stray drops that escaped through her nose and past the imperfect seal of her eager lips. When it was all done, she continued on to kissing and licking Thoradal’s cock clean, from balls to tip.

“Is that supposed to make me … regret the deal …” Thoradal panted heavily, leaning weakly against the wall. “… there … is no way … you can sustain … that … tempo …”

“Watch me.” Stella said with a wicked grin as she stripped off her robes.

“… I need … a moment …”

Stella shook her head. “You’re forgetting two things.”

Thoradal arched an eyebrow over heavily-lidded eyes.

“Restoration, and arousal.”

When Stella laid a gentle hand on Thoradal’s cock, he ached dully at the strain of a new erection so soon, and when she leant over him and began whispering sweet nothings in his ear, the pain only grew, until at the completion of her chant her light filled him up and his cock sprang up, renewed, well hard, and eager.

“Is this because I didn’t _make_ you read the manual?” Thoradal mused as a meaty, eager hand found one of Stella’s breasts, enveloping and fondling it.

With a giggle, Stella clambered up into his lap and slid onto his cock, taking it to the hilt on the first stroke. Trembling, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave a throaty moan.

“U~hn…” Thoradal moaned. “Or are you just secretly a cock-hungry slut that’s loving every moment of this?”

Stella raised herself up for another stroke. “Column A~hhnn…” she managed to get out as she brought her hips down, swallowing Thoradal up once more. This time she recovered more quickly, and once again cycled ferociously. “Column B~eee~hn…” she got out, gripping Thoradal tight once more. As she slammed herself down the fourth time, Thoradal came, and as another massive load filled her up, Stella did as well, her body descending into whimpers and convulsions as wave after wave of exquisitly painful pleasure rolled over her.

Finally she managed to sit up and lean back a little, looking into Thoradal’s eyes, his cock still buried deep within her.

“So, out of curiosity…” Stella offered, still panting. “How long…”

“Three years.” Thoradal sallied with a grin. “So to keep up this pace, you have your work cut out for you.”

“Yeah, well, …” Stella offered. “Being that we’re The Raging Pussies, our fifth is going to have to be a girl as well, so I hope you like the taste of that sweetness between their legs.”

“Because”, she added as she placed a hand on her belly, “once the party is together, if I’m letting you stick your dick in me without a pussy in my face, that’s going to be the exception, not the rule.”

“Bring it on, bitch.” Thoradal said with a grin and a kiss, and with a sly grin Stella softly began chanting, letting out a long, drawn out sigh of a moan as Thordal’s cock grew to its full size inside her.

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