Escape

The entrance was in front of him. He had gone through it numerous times since he first became an acolyte. Going in and doing it was easy – it was like taking a test and he knew all the answers for it. This time though, he was more than worried about it. There was no one left ahead of him now. It was just him and the person on the other side.

It had to be done. There was no avoiding it. Taking a breath, he did his best to prepare himself. He pushed aside the heavy curtains and entered the confessional booth, where it was just him and a priest on the other side of the wall.

He took a seat on the bench and he heard a sliding noise. Looking up, he saw glints of light bouncing from a pair of eyes.

“Ah, Father Dessen. I was wondering when I would see you.” The voice was cheerful. “You’re normally one of the first in, you know.” The person behind the wall took a seat. He had been on the other side before, consoling others and telling them how they should repent for their wrongs. From this side, however, they were not supposed to know which priest they were talking to. “You know the drill.”

“Y-Yes…”

“…”

“…”

“Is something wrong?”

“Well… how do I put this…” He covered his face with his hands and tried to take a calm breath. “You know how we as priests aren’t supposed to…. You know, do it?”

“…”

“…”

“Do what? There are a lot of things that we aren’t supposed to do.”

“Y-You know…it.”

“It?”

“It.”

“…”

“…”

“Oh! …It.”

“Yes… it.”

“…”

“It’s… not a good thing, right?”

“Most definitely not. The bible explicitly says that it’s wrong to have an adulterous relationship.”

“…”

“Buuut, that hasn’t stopped other priests from doing it. Sometimes they give in to temptation, other times it just happens. Although, it’s not uncommon to have repeat cases. In fact, it might actually be very common.”

“…”

“Let me guess: it was a beautiful girl. She had nice, long hair and she looked good in her armor. Both of you start flirting and neither really knows who started it. The next thing you know you’re both naked, maybe a little drunk, and in bed with her on top with both of you going at it as if it were your life on the line.”

“Well… no, not quite.”

“We’re you on top?”

“…That’s really not the point.”

“Then what makes yours different? Penetration still occurred, so what you did was technically still wrong.”

“Well, in terms of what… happened and what matters, it’s a bit similar to how you described it, but…” He had trouble wording how it happened. “It… In the end, it wasn’t consensual.”

“You raped her?” the voice was surprised on the other end.

“Goodness, no!”

“…”

“…”

“So… you’re saying that you were the one who was raped?”

“…”

“…”

“…Yes.”

“…”

“…”

“Well… If that is the case, then you’re not at fault here.”

“But I still… you know… at the end.”

“… Ejaculated?”

“Yeah… It… It felt good. I won’t deny that fact. But… you know that crude joke that goes around these days. How ‘it’s not rape if they enjoy it’?”

“…”

“It’s not something I wanted to do. I thought I would be able to hold onto my virginity until the end.” He placed his hands onto his knees and found himself looking at the floor in the dim light. “It’s not something that anyone’s just supposed to take.”

“…”

“...”

“…”

“Ever since then, I’ve been having trouble sleeping.” His voice was a little shaky, but he knew that he had to keep going. “When I sleep, I dream of that huntress and she’s… she’s violating me again. It feels good in my dreams, it’s like my body knows that it wants more, despite how I know it’s wrong for me to do it…” He couldn’t bring himself to say anymore. He finally had a chance to say something, but he could only go so far.

“Do you know the person?”

“We never exchanged names. It just… happened.”

“I see. Have you masturbated to the dreams afterwards?”

He clutched the hem of his sleeves. “No. It was tempting at times, but no.”

“Tell me how it happened.” The priest on the other end may have sounded nice, but it was not a request.

“… I was in the Amatsu labyrinth. I go there often because I find it relaxing to go to.” He was apprehensive about just how much he should tell. “The huntress… I believe she followed me until I was in an empty area before appearing. She aimed at me with her arrow and told me… told me to take off my pants.”

“I cast that spell that blocks arrows, but she fired another one that blocked my voice, so I couldn’t cast it again. I started to run, but she quickly caught up and took me down. I tried to stop her but she was just… faster. She pinned my arms down by my wrist through the sleeves with arrows and started to…” he gulped, “started to remove the buttons on the top with a knife. She took off my pants and underwear and… stroked me there. And then she removed her pants, gagged me with her… her panties.”

“Then we… we did it… twice.”

“…”

“After the first time, I should have struggled more to try and get out but… I just couldn’t do it. My mind, it… it’s like I couldn’t think.”

His hand went to his chest. “She put something into me, some sort of red, opaque ball or orb. She put it into me and then left. I don’t know what it does, but… I don’t think it’s a good thing.”

There was a long silence between the two.

“I’m… I’m really not sure what to say in this case. I’d have to have a talk with the bishops to determine what action is necessary in this situation.”

“…” Did he even believe him?

“Until then, I can only prescribe the basic repentance order.”

“…Thank you brother.”

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It had been a week after his encounter with the huntress, and two days since his confessionals. Life for him had gone downhill. He wanted to know what the council’s decision was and at the same time feared it. Would they believe him? There was the continual doubt in his mind that the priest on the other side did not believe what he had confessed.

He was walking around the streets of Prontera. He had been wandering aimlessly for the past few days within the city. Even if he didn’t want to think about it, his thoughts always returned to what had happened. He saw couples walking by now and then, being unable to stop himself from thinking of what they may do at night. He used to never give such things the time of day; now it occupied everything. He needed something else to do, something to take his mind away from the event. But such relief, he found out, was only temporary. At night, at night they would return.

When he dreamt of the huntress, he felt only fear mixed with apprehensive pleasure. The situation was pleasurable, but he always feared for what would happen at the end. He was not as much afraid of what she would do to him, as he could not be truly harmed in his own dreams. He was afraid of what would happen afterwards, when everyone found out what had happened. While it was true that no one saw what took place in Amatsu or his dreams, he worried for his future.

He did not give the entire truth during the confession, however. He was afraid of what had started to happen. It shocked and disturbed him the first time he saw it, but when he saw it again and again he became scared. On the third night, he stopped dreaming about the huntress. He dreamed of Kazami.

It was different with Kazami. When he was with her, he felt safe. It was as if he could forget about his worries, if only for a moment, and just love her and let her love him in return. Gone was the huntress, gone was the Church of Prontera. Nothing else in the world mattered except the love the two had for each other.

And yet he cringed at the dreams. It was terrible for him to see her in such a manner. She was supposed to be under his care, not an object of sexual desire. He didn’t even know her age – she still acted child-like at times and maintained a youthful persona. What bothered him even more was that he knew she would not deny his advances; the way she acted told him at least that. But inside he knew he hoped, grasped for the possibility that it was possible. He wanted an escape from what his life had become. He would do almost anything to leave all that had happened behind and just be with her. To say that he loved her would be the truth. He loved Kazami as her caretaker. How far his love went, however, was a different issue he had to resolve himself.

He looked up from the ground and discovered that his feet had led him to the merchant portion of the city. On normal days when he was to visit Kazami, it was not uncommon for him to buy some foods for them to share. If he was lucky, someone would be selling apples. He would purchase a small bag of them in addition to the other foods before procuring a warp portal to Amatsu. Perhaps it was the sweetness of the fruit, but she loved them in particular. Upon seeing it her eyes would light up. Over the course of the visit they would share the bag between the two of them.

He wondered if he should still visit her. As her caretaker, she was his responsibility. He was obligated not only because it was his duty as a priest, but because he was a close friend of hers. He could be the only friend of hers for all he knew, the only person who was keeping an eye out for her. Every week he looked forward to their weekly meeting but now he was almost too scared to leave the walls of his own room.

But what was there to be afraid of? The huntress? Any woman that could overpower him? If that was the case, then it would be near impossible for him to find work as an adventurer; his own fear would prevent him from working with other women. He may not be completely defenseless, but most other women would be able to defeat him easily. Even if that was the case though, the amount of women who would be willing to use force to subdue him for sexual purposes was slim and the chances of working with one even slimmer.

He would visit her tomorrow. Inside, he knew he wanted to see Kazami again. He would not stay in the safety of the city out of fear; that would solidify his defeat. He had to take steps to leave it and regain control over his life. He’d gather the necessary things to prepare for a trip to Amatsu. Drawing a small rune in the air he teleported back to his small studio. Standing outside of it, he moved to take out his key until he was interrupted.

“I was wondering when you’d come back.” There were footsteps behind him. Turning around, he froze when he saw the person.

“Y-You…” he backed away out of fear. But he felt something behind his fear, something he could not identify.

“Yes, it’s me, little boy.” The huntress had found him. She was dressed in the same outfit as last time; all black. He noticed that she didn’t have her sunglasses on, exposing her entire face to him. What alarmed him the most were her wanton green eyes. She walked towards him, closing the distance between the two until he was stopped by the door.

If he never saw the huntress again, it would still be too soon. “W-What do you want from me?” He had a feeling that he knew where this was going; asking the question felt redundant, but necessary. The situation seemed all too familiar for him. His back was against the door now; there was nowhere left to run. The only difference was that this time there was no head start.

Smirking, she placed her hands over his, pinning and keeping him from casting spells. She leaned over to his ear; he could almost hear her lips forming a smile. “Why, the same thing as last time.” Her voice dripped sex.

“N-No!” he tried to do something with his legs but found that she had already entwined them with hers, neutralizing the threat. “We can’t do this!” she was gently massaging his member with her knee and it bothered him that he was slowly hardening.

“Why not? We did it last week, too long ago.” She had been kissing and nipping away at his neck, refusing to allow the height difference to bother her. He was beginning to take slow gulps of air, trying to keep calm.

“… How did you find me?” he managed to ask.

She moved onto his collar, tracing it with her tongue until she arrived at the top button. In a second it was undone. He was surprised at her ability to do so, although after she undid the second one he realized that he shouldn’t have been; he had felt what her tongue and mouth were capable of last time. “Oh, just some hunter magic I created. Do you like it?” she had undone for buttons and pulled the cloth to the side with her teeth, exposing his shoulder. She immediately began to lavish attention on the area similar to how she ravaged his neck.

His mind travelled to the red orb that she put into him. “So… it was that thing that you pushed into me… right?”

Instead of answering, she bit down above his collar bone. He cried out in surprise and in pain, but a more animalistic side told him that it was good. It wasn’t enough to draw blood, but it would leave a mark for some time before disappearing. She gave him no answer, but he knew that he was right.

“What… What would it take for me to never see you again?” he hated this woman, hated how she brought forth such desires from within. He could feel his member rubbing against the inside of her thigh, easily resisting the weight of the fabric holding it down. He knew she could feel it as well, for she had begun to fiercely rub against it in any manner possible.

“Such a strange thing to ask for, little boy,” she paused her assaults, giving him an opportunity to breath. “You don’t like me?”

“At least that much should be obvious.” she was toying with him.

“Well then,” she licked her lips, “a series of requests wouldn’t be too much for you to do, no?”

He was walking in dangerous territory; she didn’t define how many she wanted. “Give me a number. How many requests do you want?”

She began to stroke his hands. “Give me some time to think about that.” Suddenly, she backed away and pulled him with her. Surprised at the motion, it was easy for her to put him into a firm but painless headlock.
“Until then though,” she pulled out a butterfly wing with her other hand, “let’s go somewhere more… private.” She blew on it, causing it to flap and scatter its scales around them before disintegrating. Having used them before, he was sure that it was normally designed for one person. He was unsure that it would carry two people safely. He was weightless, but he felt something quickly spinning him around and he closed his eyes.
When his feet touched solid ground, he fell to his knees. He tried to get up, but everything kept spinning and he found himself face down on the floor. He turned himself over on his back and stared at a ceiling. He was inside a house of sorts. It was dark; the window blinds were closed and there were no other sources of light.

“Ah, I see that you’ve assumed the position,” there was a soft laugh beneath the huntress’s voice. He scrambled to get up after hearing it. “Perhaps you’re more willing than you let on. Maybe you even like being on the bottom?”

He held onto a wall before scanning the room to find her. He didn’t find her, but found out that he was in the kitchen. “Why did you bring me here?” Was this her home?

“Oh, privacy of course.” The voice came from his left. “I’m sure you don’t want to do it on a hard floor for everyone to see, unless you like that too.” She gestured for him to follow her. “Come, we have much to discuss and much to do afterwards.”

With the dizziness fading, he was able to follow her. “We still haven’t talked about what you want yet.” Eventually he was in, he assumed, her bedroom. It was, as best as he could describe it, normal. For someone who found pleasure in sexual dominance, her room did nothing to display it. There was a normal chest, a normal bed, a normal everything.

She laid her bow and quiver against a wall. “One of the things I want…” she closed the door before moving towards the bed, “is a kiss.”

Of all things, a kiss? It was a simple request, but there had to be some strings attached. “A kiss?”

“Yes, a kiss.” She spun around, wearing a small smile.

“You won’t do anything funny… will you?”

“Nope. Just a simple kiss on the lips.”

He was still wary, but he slowly approached her. “Well… okay. But… just one.” Standing in front of her, the height difference was now daunting. He had to stand on his toes to even be able to reach her. His heart was quickening as he got nearer and nearer. He closed his eyes.

But it felt wrong. He could not tell why, but it just felt wrong. He quivered at the very edge; it should have been so easy to kiss her. Something was holding him back. Steeling himself, he backed away for a moment before moving forward again.

“Stop!” the huntress’s exclamation surprised him. “I changed my mind.” She was no longer standing in front of him, but was now lying on her bed, her legs hanging off the end of it. She must have removed her boots some time ago, as her feet were bare.

“So then what do you want now?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

He blushed upon hearing the word. He knew what it meant but he never had it directed at him before. “Y-You mean-”

“Yes, I want you to take out your cock and give me the fuck of my life.” Again with the vulgar words. “The only difference is that this time, you’ll be the one calling the shots.”

He paused for a moment. That would make it consensual then, if only physically. Inside he didn’t want anything else to do with this adulterous woman. “What if I say no?” he had to test the waters.

“Well then,” she sat up, “let’s just say that next time I catch you there will be no head start, there will be no bargaining. Just straight up sex. And next time, I don’t think I’ll be as gentle as our first meeting.”

“… And if I agree to your terms?”

“Then I’ll never seek you out again. I’ll take that orb out of you, too.”

“That’s all, right? No strings attached?”

“Nope, no other conditions.”

Even then he still had trouble trusting her. But considering the other option, his choices were limited. He started to unbutton the rest of his top. “Well, you don’t leave me with much of a choice.” He took it off, exposing his chest. The huntress smiled, removing her pants in an easy movement, exposing herself entirely to him.

He must have missed this the first time, but apparently she shaved. “N-No underwear?” He blushed. He had seen her, but never from such an angle.

“Of course. I gave it to you, remember?” she softly laughed.

He didn’t want her. She was so lewd and vulgar in every way possible. He hated her, hated everything about her. He’d give her what she wanted, and then be done with her. Taking off his pants, he left himself standing naked before her.

And then he paused. How exactly was he supposed to go along with this entire sex routine? Did he just stick it in? And even then, he had to somehow make himself… stand at attention.

“Quite the lame duck aren’t you?” she chuckled. “Come closer. I bite, but it feels good when I do…” she let the last word drag on for a bit.

He moved a little closer. “I… don’t really know how to start this thing. I… I mean, from what I’ve heard most people say that they just kiss and… it just happens afterwards.”

“Well then why don’t you come over and give me a kiss?”

She was challenging him, except this time he would pull through. Moving up, he leaned over her body and brought himself down.

“Oh, no no no,” she stopped his lips with her fingers before gently pushing him away. She sat up against the bed. “I’m glad that you’re willing to try now, but I think you misunderstand me.” She spread her legs before speaking, her voice becoming husky and low. “This time, I don’t want a kiss up here, but rather a nice, deep kiss down here.”

He could only glow red. His eyes could only stare incredulously at the spot. A… A kiss? Down there? But…

A hand took a firm but painless grip on his hair and began to apply some pressure, drawing him out of his incomplete thoughts.

“On your knees, little boy. Time to make me wet.” There was an air of dominance in her voice. It wasn’t cruel, because she knew she didn’t have to force him. It may have even been playful. But he obeyed. In a moment, he found himself staring face to face with her sex. A strong scent wafted to him; it seemed vaguely familiar.

“Isn’t… Isn’t it possible to use a hand to do this?” he looked up at her, but wondered if it was wise. She had suddenly donned a smile, recognizing his plea. If he knew anything about her, it was that she loved it when he was begging.

The first hand did not let go of his hair. “True, a hand would suffice, but,” she slowly licked her lips, “a tongue and lips are so much more pleasing.” A second hand slowly went behind his head before firmly latching on. “So, how about that kiss?” he was slowly pulled into her, his lips meeting her opening. His face burned and he struggled to remove himself, but she only pulled harder. Eventually he stopped resisting; that didn’t stop her from pulling. If he caught only a waft of the scent before, now it was flooding him.

“Surely you can offer more than a chaste kiss, hm?” there was that playful voice again. Obediently he parted his lips. His tongue remained inside, but eventually he was able to coax it out. Very slowly, he started to brush it against the opening. She began to moan and leaned back. He continued, starting from the bottom to the top. Above it was this small bead-like thing that was sticking out. He was curious about it, but if it was important at all for anything he’d rather not find out about it from her.

“You know, a good kisser sticks his tongue into his partner’s mouth.” It was worded playfully, but it was more of a demand. Very, very cautiously, he parted her opening with his hands and started to lick the inside of it.

It tasted funny.

She shivered before letting out a shaky moan. Her grip tightened on his hair and she pulled him in a little more. “Such a gooood little boy…” her legs quivered.

Perhaps it was the combination of seeing her, smelling that scent, and licking her, but he could feel himself hardening. It wasn’t long before the tip was beginning to rub against the blankets hanging off the edge. It bothered him that he was so easily aroused now than before.

He didn’t find the activity particularly attractive, at least not with her, but he wanted to get this over with. He began to lick deeper and rougher, scraping along the sides of the walls. Pursing his lips he started to light suckle at the lips, tugging at them a little. She gripped him tighter, “Oooh, looks like you’re getting better…”
She was starting to thrust her hips a little. It wasn’t constant, but if he licked at just the right spot, she’d push against him. He found himself pushing against it more and more often. If he did it enough times, perhaps they would finish with this portion quicker.

Eventually he focused only at that point. He’d trace around it and touch it a few times. Other times he just pressed against it. She wouldn’t buck her hips against him all the time now; perhaps she was trying to control herself. Her breathing was quick and her hands held on tightly to his hair. Her legs were beginning to twitch and shake, as if threatening to close in on him.

“So… So good!” she almost screamed. It only made him press harder. Soon her entire body was beginning to writhe. Her legs had begun to close around his head, but he used his hands to hold them from wrapping around his head, using his thumbs to part her folds and sticking his tongue even deeper “Oh, little boy, little boy!” She had to be close. Very swiftly he pulled his tongue out before quickly reinserting it and pushing strongly against that one spot.

Her body suddenly arched and she gave off short, quick cries. Her legs came together strongly, almost overpowering his hands. She tightly held him in place, her inner walls wrapping around his tongue. He could feel another sort of liquid inside of her.

That, too, tasted funny.

Eventually she slacked her grip on him and he broke away. He wiped away the rest of the liquid on his mouth with the back of his hand before looking at the entrance. Her legs settled at his sides.

“Looks like you’re becoming a better kisser,” the huntress puffed out. Her body had mostly stopped moving, but if he looked closely he could spot a few twitches every now and then. “But it looks like you’re ready for the main event, too.” He could already feel her eyes boring on his member. To her he may not have even been a person, but just another toy to stick inside of her. Once again he put his thumbs against the lips and peeled them back, revealing the pink flesh inside.

“Oh, can’t put it in yet, little boy.” The name was starting to bother him. “You need to slick yourself up first. Remember what I did before?”

He remembered almost too clearly. Placing the base of his length against the opening, he started to slowly rub up and down. She started to moan again. “Oh, I swear… I can see more than half your cock from here…” she tilted her head back. “Sooo biiiiig….”

At first there was light friction. He’d move and he would see the sides of the opening being tugged gently along with him. But gradually it became easier to move. She was putting a bit of pressure against him as she was moving in tandem. It was easy enough for him to ignore though.

He pulled away and positioned his tip at the entrance. The huntress made no objections this time. Using his other hand to part the lips, he inserted the tip before taking his hands away to hold her legs apart. Then, very slowly, he began to push into her.

He had to bite his lip to suppress a groan. He would refuse to admit it but she felt good with her walls sliding past him. He didn’t stop biting himself until he was fully inserted.

“Ahh… I’ve missed this feeling.” She sounded aloof, as if lost in the sensation of being filled. “Definitely one of the bigger ones…”

Part of him was disgusted by the fact that she had shared herself to multiple partners. Another part of him was disgusted that he had to do this with her. The last part of him wondered how Kazami was doing in Amatsu. Hopefully she wasn’t waiting for him, as he doubted that he would be able to bring himself to visit her after this.

He began to push and pull out of her while taking steady breaths. He started slow and even then it occurred only at long intervals. It made it easier to control himself while still being able to keep the huntress appeased. He would pull out to where only the tip was inside, and then very, very slowly push back in until he was once again entirely inside her.

“Were… Were you really a virgin at our first encounter?” she managed to ask. “You certainly seem to… to know your way around…”

He didn’t answer; he simply pushed in again.

“So gooood, little boy,” her hands were gripping her sheets. “You’re… better than most of the men I’ve been with…”

He began to thrust quicker and more often. She was beginning to gasp for air with each push and pull. He could feel her legs beginning to twitch and quiver again and it spurred him on to move just a bit faster. Her body was beginning to push against him.

She must be close, she had to. Her body said that she was almost there. He had to go faster, hit deeper, do everything he could to get her off.

His eyes traveled down to her opening and back to that small bead-like structure. Perhaps…

Tracing a hand down her thigh, he placed a finger on top and began to move it around. At the same time he pushed deep into her.

She cried out before her body began to writhe and twist. Her walls suddenly had his member in a grip that was, thankfully, slippery. He pulled himself out, but kept his hand on top of that bud, stirring it around throughout her throes of pleasure. A small torrent of liquid gushed out of her, staining the sheets.

Eventually she stopped and was able to catch her breath. “It’s a shame that we’re parting ways. I’m sure that we could be good partners.” She began to crawl towards him, her eyes locked on his still hard member.

“You didn’t come, did you?” she softly grasped it with her hand, gently licking the tip of it. “You’ve got some hard… solid… endurance in you.”

“Turn around,” he didn’t want her head anywhere near him. “I doubt that you would be satisfied by only… coming once.” He had trouble bringing himself to say that.

“Oh, you want to do it from behind? Just like the beast you are.” She let go of him and, while staying on her hands and knees, she turned to face away from him.

This time he had to climb onto the bed with her. Again he positioned himself and pushed into her.

“You know… this is one of my more… preferred positions. Hit’s all the right spots…” she said between moans.

He liked this one too. He didn’t have to see her face.

“Your cock goes in at a… a downward angle and just feels… better.” He ignored her and continued to push into her. He was biting the inside of his mouth.

He continued to look for the signs of her climax while keeping himself in check. She was just a sex-driven creature, barely human to him. Give her enough of what she wanted and she wouldn’t bother him. Or so he hoped. His thrust harder and faster this time, knowing that it would get her to climax sooner.

It was not long before she came, and once again he pulled out. Her cry was different than the previous ones. She was beginning to tire out. He was starting to have some trouble with control, but he knew that he couldn’t let her get the upper hand.

“Still… still not shooting huh?” she said as he turned her onto her back. He said nothing as he leaned over and pushed into her again; he was starting to tire.

Suddenly he noticed that her breasts were in front of him.

“I don’t… ah… I don’t think you’ve met the twins, have you?” she moved her hands two the front of her vest to open it up. He was faster though. He grabbed her wrists and pushed them down onto the bed.

“Mmm… I looove a forceful man.” Her back arched a little. “I… I like to be forceful on them too but sometimes… sometimes it’s nice to have them do the hard, long… sexy work…”

He was going at her quickly now. Their moans were in unison with their bodies. Any speech she said was almost nonsensical to him.

He could taste some blood in his mouth.

He switched over to his other cheek.

“I wonder… how… how much of a man are you… little boy?” her body was beginning to twitch again. Her legs pressed against his sides and her feet locked behind him. Pulling out now would be difficult if not impossible. “You’re just so gooood…” Her hips began to buck against him, causing him to reach deep and even deeper.

“Oh, oh, little boy!” she screamed his name with ecstasy. Her body was beginning to move again and suddenly she tightened around him.

He yelled, but bit down on his cheek again, hard. As her walls wrapped and squeezed him, he focused, focused on…

Onii-chan…

Please watch over me, Onii-chan…

Onii-chan, I’m not a case study…

Oni… Ken-chan, what happens when a priest… you know, does it with someone…

But that’s okay! We can just live at a quiet place somewhere here. You won’t have to go where there are monsters…

You can still live a life after you leave…

His teeth tore through a thin but long portion of the inside of his cheek. He could taste more blood now. He swallowed it, and the pain was over.

The huntress stopped moving and her muscles relaxed onto the bed, allowing him to break away from her. A thin, clear liquid dribbled out, staining the sheets more than before.

He did not come. He had refused to let himself since the start. She had simply asked for, as she put it, the fuck of her life, and he had delivered on that part. Whether he came or not was an unnecessary detail.

He backed away from her near still body, letting himself recover some strength as he rested against the wall. He cast a light healing spell to fix the bleeding in his mouth.

His clothes. He wanted his clothes. Scanning the floor he found them and slowly and wearily put them on. He was tired.

“Little boy…” the voice was softer but still held firm. He looked towards the hunter, who was looking at him. She gestured for him to come closer.

“You did good… little boy.” She too was tired. “I almost… I almost can’t feel my legs.” There was a satisfied smile on her face. “It’s been a while since… since I’ve had such a good fuck.”

“Fuck… Fuck of your life, right?” he panted. “It’s what you wanted… wasn’t it?”

She slowly nodded. “Not many men can last for three rounds… not to mention keep from coming during any of them. I guess they just can’t live up to their claims.” She gave a soft laugh, “It’s almost funny that I find a man in the body of a little boy.”

Very slowly, her hand reached toward his chest. “I’ll take that orb out of you now.” It slowly stretched out and she pressed her entire hand against it. And it burned.

But it burned for only a moment. In her hand, she was holding that red sphere and she dissipated it. “And that’s all there is to it.”

There was some silence. “Well… I’ll be going now.”

The huntress found the strength to begin crawling under her sheets. As he turned around to leave, she spoke again, “I hope you show that girl just how much of a man you are, little boy. Love her. Give her a nice, hard, long fuck.”

He opened the bedroom door. He would probably be more than willing to do it with her twice.

And then maybe a third time for good measure.

“And shoot a thick, messy load of cum in her.” His face burned as he closed the door behind him.

Somehow, he still had enough energy to teleport back to his own home. He slowly drew a rune into the air, despite how simple it was. He was too tired to do it quickly. The world turned light purple before he found himself back at his apartment.

This time, however, there was a letter on the door. It had the seal of the Church of Prontera. He did not bother to look at it, because he knew what it was about; the council wanted him to appear before them and filed for a summon. That meant that they had to go through some paperwork to get to him.

He ignored it. If anything, he’d deal with it tomorrow.

Fumbling around for his keys, he somehow managed to unlock his door and he entered.

He’d go to Amatsu. He’d go to Amatsu and find Kazami.

He’d do it tomorrow. And he’d buy a nice, big bag of apples.

He was too tired to change. He kicked off his shoes and was able to open the door to his room on the third try. He didn’t change out of his uniform, but instead tucked himself in. Otherwise, he would be cold.

No human liked being left in the cold.

Refraining from orgasm, of course, had consequences of its own. After lying in bed for a moment, a sudden dull pain seemed to grab at his groin. He twisted and squirmed, delicately massaging in an ultimately futile attempt. It was not unfamiliar, but it lasted much longer and was much more painful than previous, albeit rare, times.

He had heard of such pains from other male adventurers he had partnered up with. If he recalled correctly, he believed that the term was blue balls.