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Nisile was moaning above him, her hands strong as they pushed against his chest, using him to balance herself as she rode him roughly. Her hips snapping back and forth so fast the woman was panting with each moan. He spoke to her and she opened the eyes she didn't know had closed to watch him, a smirk playing on her lips, her pink tongue rolling across her lips.

She felt the pulse between her thighs, his cock pressing up against her hot walls and twitching in need. She groaned his name, her hands roaming the plains of his chest as his hot seed sprayed up into her body, coating her inner walls. She moaned loudly as she was filled up by him, keeping his solid cock inside of her as his lust dripped from her cunt.

"Tsk tsk..." she breathed. "I thought it was ladies first..." she mumbled softly, leaning down to nip at his neck.
 
Isaac laid beneath her.anting heavily as his half lidded eyes looked up at her. A small smile spread across his face. "Sorry about that. How could I hold back with such a beautiful woman riding me? And especially after that little show you gave me." There was no sense of smart-assery here. It was all sincere. Isaac's chest rose and fell as he laid beneath her.

Surprisingly though. Despite the powerful orgasm, his cock remained hard and buried within her. Was it possible his avatar just had higher than normal stamina? Or was she using magic to keep him hard? Either way. He didn't mind one bit. He could still pleasure this woman are all she had done for him. Then came what happened after. What would happen next?

At the back of his mind was a small thought. With all that seed he pumped into her, was it possible he knocked her up too? He doubted the game was that advanced, but who knew?
 
"Your flattery is meaningless," she told him suddenly, sitting back up straight on his still hard cock. She was surprised that he was still hard, and it was written on her face. "Perhaps I've... misjudged you."

Without another word, she placed her hands back on his thighs, shifting her legs so that if he looked down towards what was happening he would be gifted the view of his thick cock pumping into her soaked pussy. And she got to work the moment she was in position, not even building up to speed, but jumping straight into the rough thrusts. She obviously wanted her own release, as he was the one supposedly being tortured.

With a flick of her wrist, the strap just above his cock flew off, giving him the room he needed to help thrust up into her body if he desired. Her long, black hair falling over her shoulder to tickle his thighs as she moaned.
 
Isaac let out a long moan as she resumed riding him, going rough and fast, like a woman desperate for release. And te red head was more than happy to comply. With his waist now free, he thrust up hard and swiftly into her, feeling her inner walls shifting around his sha as it pushed deep within her. Even after that orgasm, feeling his member inside her felt so good.

He continued to strain at his straps, more out of reflex and to help himself thrust upward rather than trying to escape. He listened to her erotic moans, the squelching of her wet sex around his cock, he labored pants, as he clenched his teeth tightly from the pleasure. Despite the fact that he was supposed to be tortured, Isaac wasn't in any hurry to get this over with anytime soon.

Still, at the back of his mind, thoughts did turn to how he would escape in the end. What would happen once he was finished, but right now, he could just lay back and enjoy the ride. Quite literally.
 
Nisile groaned as he finally was able to thrust up into her body properly. She began to spasm around him, but after biting down upon her bottom lip she was able to keep her orgasm slow. Whimpering as his thick cock pushed up into her tight body.

"Oh prisoner..." she moaned softly. "I may let you go for this..." Nisile moaned that into the air. And the objective of the game would have been made clear then. If he had read the back of the game, he wouldn't noticed it was noticed the 'very sexual themes' warning on the bottom.

A few more thrusts into her body and the mage was groaning loudly, shifting to lean forward over him, her breasts bobbing by his face as she rocked hard. "Oh gods!" She cried as her cunt squeezed around him, spasming and squeezing as she released roughly again him.
 
A smile spread across Isaac's face at her words. Wow. He didn't expect to be such a good fuck that he would be let go after assaulting a guard captain. Not that he was complaining. He moaned loudly as he felt her hot cunt squeezing around him. He looked up, seeing her breasts dangling in front of his face. With wet lips, he leaned up, taking a nipple into his mouth and suckling roughly, hoping to increase her pleasure.

He smiled against her breast, moaning against her flesh as he felt her release, feeling her body shuddering atop him. He continued to thrust, wanting to prolong her orgasm. He wasn't close to cumming again, though he had cum before, so that was alright by him. If she didn't suddenly decide to keep him as a pet, he would be set free hopefully.

As her cunt spasmed around his cock. He could only imagine what the rest of the game had for him.
 
Nisile came down from her orgasm even as his mouth surrounded her sensitive nipple. She moaned softly as her head fell, her breast slipping free from him as her head fell over his. Crushing her chest against his collar as she panted loudly. She chuckled as she rolled her hips, enjoying the tight feeling of his thick cock pleasing her sore cunt.

The mage slipped off of him, the moment she got to her feet she shifted the table so he was once again up straight. She gathered the robe she had discarded, throwing it over her shoulder to just to keep it off the ground.

Nisile returned to him to undo the straps, making a fist to keep him in place while she did so. "I'm not sure why you attacked the captain. But you don't seem bad to me..." She let the magic drop though, standing across the room from him. She was ready to fight him if need be. He could see the cum running down her legs as she stood. "I could help you escape.."
 
Isaac panted heavily, smiling as he watched the torturer climb off of him. Soon, he was upright and she was releasing him from his restraints. Excellent! She was going to release him after all! thank his raging cock for that!

"Simple really," he chuckled, "I attacked her because she was a bitch, and I didn't know what this place was before I tried to escape." at her words of helping him escape, his smile broadened. "I didn't think I was so good you'd betray your friends, but whatever sounds good to me. What's the plan?"

He eyed her fist for a brief moment. "You dn't have to worry. I won't fight you. Not after the wonderful time we just had," he chuckled.
 
"Friends? I have no love for the captain." She said this with a half snort, shaking out her dark hair. Even if he tried to convince her he was a soft bunny rabbit, her perception was high enough to know he was more than able to fight. "And a word of warning, attack everyone whom you think is a 'bitch' and you'll end up dead.." She smirked slyly.

"You may have to.. there is a passage that will lead you into the wilds. I use it to get out if I need to get herbs for my potions.." she explained, the type of dialogue one would expect from a fantasy game. "I could say I was overpowered and you escaped.. but we'd have to make it look real.

"I see you have real power.. it would be a shame to keep you locked in here for just stealing a horse."
 
Ok, don't pick a fight with bitches. At least not unless you know you're strong enough to defeat them. He nodded, listening to her explaining the tunnel out to the wilds. Guess that was where the really game began. Of course, when she said he had to overpower her, his eyes widened.

"Well, I'm not really one to harm a lady, and by that I mean one not a complete bitch, but besides that, I'm not too sure how exactly you want me to do that? Beat you senseless? Tie you up? Throw magic at you or something? He still wasn't sure what exactly his character was capable of, hoping some sort of tutorial thing would flash before his eyes.

He kept an ear out at the same time, making sure no guards came, especially while they were 'setting things up'. He was still a bit uneasy about fighting this woman who he just had sex with.
 
The mage laughed softly at his questions. She waved a hand in his direction, strutting closer to him. "You already did 'over power me'." She whispered to him.

She walked over to the rack she had strapped him do and stepped onto it. Before doing anything she waved a hand to a chest in the back of the room. "There are trousers in there. And a dagger.. if you need them." She shifted until she looked comfortable and sighed softly.

"Mind strapping me in?" She cocked a brow, a sly smile on her lips. "You could make it... legitimate if you wanted..." she added softly, winking in his direction.
 
Isaac felt almost relieved that he didn't have to hurt her. He had to admit, he was getting a bit attached to the torturer after what they had done. He could only smile, watching as she walked over to the rack, gesturing to the chest with pants and a weapon. He may need those in the future.

At her asking, he walked over with a smile. He began to strap her in, making sure it was nice and tight so that it would be believable. Once she was in, he looked into her eyes before giving her a deep kiss, sliding his tongue in to caress hers before pulling back, whispering, "Next time I get caught, I'll be sure to get myself sent down here again."

With a wink, he turned to the chest, slipping on his pants and picking up the dagger. With new last look and smile to the woman, he headed to the hidden passage, being sure to close it behind himself as he headed down the dark passage to freedom.
 
The mage was more than happy to return his kiss, it wasn't often she was able to get such gentle treatment. Most whom were sent down to her left with blue-balls or missing an arm. But she had liked this one-- or maybe she just felt the captain deserved what she'd gotten. Either way, she nodded to him as he put the pants on, shutting her eyes and making it look as if she was knocked out.


The passage to freedom was dark, dank and much like the prison he'd just escaped from. It took a while to get through, but lucky for him there were no massive spiders or anything lurking in the shadows. As Issac began to reach the end, the tunnel started to brighten. It must've been day time with the amount of light.

The tunnel opened up into a shallow cave, only a ladder leading to a hinged trapdoor and then he was free. However, once he left the cave, he would realize he was in the middle of nowhere. Trees were all around, and the forest was green and lush. In front of his eyes popped a message: Objective Complete

Now what? Well, anything. It was a free form game, and there were quests all around. All he had to do was find them.
 
Isaac couldn't help but smile as he took in the surroundings. So lush, so green, so lifelike, just like everything else. He really had to give it to the game designers. They were very, VERY good at what they did. As the objective complete words flashed before his eyes, he would have to figure out now where to go.

Making sure his dagger was with him, he began walking, looking around. He didn't know where exactly he was going, but he figured if he went in a direction he would hit something eventually. He made a mental note to try and acquire a map when he reached a village.

Before him he spotted a massive tree, and an idea formed in his mind. Holding his dagger between his teeth, he began to climb. The tree was definately late enough that he old be able to get a great view all around him. Maybe up in that tree he could find where he needed to go. If not, well, at least e could enjoy the view.
 
When Issac reached the top of the tree he would be truly stunned by the world these creators made. From his spot on the tree he was now able to see for miles and miles.

The sun was hanging high in the sky, but was starting to descend in the west, much like his own world. And in the direction of west the forest continued for a very long time. But he would be able to see a great castle settled on a hill, surrounded by a town, farms and even a water mill. If he as able to think straight, he would realize that that town was not where he had been captured at.

Behind him, to the East, was a massive cliff. He couldn't see what was on the cliff, but he could see a massive mountain range behind said cliff.

To the North the forest continued downhill, leading to a valley. Form his vantage he couldn't see what was in the valley.

And finally to the South was the closest exit from the forest, and a small village lay there. Perhaps a total of a dozen buildings.

No matter which way the man went, it would be at least a day's journey on foot. And who knew what sort of critters came out at night..
 
Isaac was amazed as he looked around. The creators really outdone themselves with this. He looked around, taking in the sights, and taking note what was around him. A castle, most likely a city, to the west, and a small village to the south. While the city looked very tempting, he had a feeling the village would be the best bet. It was closer, and possibly a good place for a know level character like himself.

Isaac slowly made his way down the tree. Climbing down seemed to be harder than going up. He ended up slipping near the end and falling to the ground. Fortunately though he wasn't far enough from the ground to hurt him badly. Dusting himself off, he began to head south, going through the trees and shrubbery.

Of course, one could not make it to the village in one day, as he discovered by the sun setting and the sky turning dark. A chill went through his body, as he looked for somewhere to rest. Curse the fact that he had no blankets or anything. He found the largest tree he could fund to buffet himself from the cold, curling up to keep as much warmth as he could.
 
Night came and unfortunately for Issac it didn't seem to want to leave any time soon. Creatures of the night rose in the forest. Foxes skipped through the trees, fireflies came to life and lit odd paths, there was even the unmistakeable howl of a wolf a few times that night.

What Issac would notice about this world when he looked up was that first off, there were three moons. Each glowing brightly in the dark sky, another thing she would see was that the constellations were all different from his world, if that was something Issac kept a finger one. Also, that more wicked things were coming out in the darkness. From his vantage point in the trees he could see a ghostly fog not too far away, back the way he came. However, being unarmed and cold kept him in the trees all night.

At some point the man had fallen asleep, only to be woken by a critter on his chest, chattering away while it ate a nut. It was a squirrel like creature, but it had two tails and it was colored more like a chipmunk with the stripes down it's back. When he moved, the thing squeaked, running off and leaving it's dinner on Issac's chest.
 
Isaac took in te sight around him. Three moons, new constellations, whoever designed this world definately put a lot of effort into the place. He couldn't help but smile. By that smile vanished as the coldness hit him again. Damn him being out here in the middle of nowhere. He made a mental note to try and earn some money and get himself a bedroll or something for the future.

And just when he finally went to sleep, something woke him up. A small squirrel/chipmunk like thing. He had to admit, it was cute, and at least it wasn't trying to eat his face off. Like a certain fluffy woodland creature from Monty Python. He watched it scurry away, leaving its meal behind. Seeing that odd little creature made him wonder what else dwelled in this world.

He plucked what was left of the nut,beating it quietly. It was quite tasty. No wonder squirrels liked these things. Bt now he couldn't get back to sleep. Just great. After a couple of failed attempts to get comfy, Isaac grunted and got to his feet. He may as well use his waking hours to try and reach the village. He could sleep when he got there. He continued to head south, through the mist.
 
The mist only thickened as he entered it, it clung to his very skin, almost pulling upon the tiny hairs, pulling him further into it's depths. And like mists usually do, they confused him, spinning him and pulling him further into the forest, where even though the sun should have been coming, it only grew darker. He walked in a state where he could not feel, could not react, all he could do was walk, to whatever was pulling him further into the woods.

It must've been hours until the tugging slowed, and then finally, stopped. As soon as it stopped Issac was let out of his cloudiness, the mist clearing in just his area. Oddly enough, a statue stood before him. It was a beautiful carving of a female, her arms beckoning, her body near bare, her ears were elongated and pointed just slightly, and her hair fell perfectly around her curved body, covering the 'inappropriate' bits.

His mind was not given time to clear when a voice entered it. It was the sweetest noise he'd ever heard, the most gentle of voices singing a soft song in his mind. Pulling him closer to the marble statue, until the song started becoming words, asking him to place his hands upon the altar, whispering her deeds into his ears.
 
Isaac muttered, brushing the mist aside in vein as he walked, finding himself getting completely lost in this forest. Just great. He was kicking himself for not staying put. Just walk in one direction, that's all he had to do, and he somehow screwed it up. Perfect.

But then, there he was, standing in front of this beautiful statue. Now, normally this wouldn't really effect him. Since this was a fantasy game, it made sense there would be some parts of ancient ruins scattered about in places, but there was something about this statue. It was clean, no growth or anything, and no sign of any other ruins. That, and the soft music in his head.

Slowly, he approached, walking towards the lifelike stone. When he was close enough, he placed his hands on the alter, his ear against the statue's lips, subconsciously getting ready in case this beauty of stone tried to take a bite out of him or something.
 
As his hands touched the alter he was struck still. The world around him seemed to pause. The music in his head altered, no longer was it soft and coaxing, but menacing.

'It has been a long time since someone has been caught in the mist...' the once sweet voice whispered into his ear. Before his eyes, the statue shifted, trembling as the marble that encased her form fell away. Her skin was a deep ebony, tinted purple in the dim light. The eyes once made of stone were not the color of blood and boring right into his very being. The long, cascading layers of darkness fell over her shoulders. Uncovering her breasts. 'A long time indeed. Tell me, traveler, do you know who I am?'

'Ah, you do not. Your mind tells me many things. It's quite a shame, really, that the world has forgotten my name, my deeds. But with you.. they shall not forget. They will remember.' The voice was growing angry, turning into a hiss.

'I have many names. The elves call me Dar'vera, the dwarves call me Dark Mother, the orcs believe me to be the Mistress of the Dead, and your race of humans think me the Lady of the Mist. But of all the names and titles they have forgotten who I truly am. Forgotten that we roam their earth, but merely on a plane they cannot see. It has been too, too long... you... you will remind them who I am. You will be my messenger, my champion, you will remind the world of Darthervia!'

'You will begin, by finding the ruins of my temple. Dirty creatures have filled the halls, have tainted my beautiful site... Ah, but you have no weapons you think? Let your Lady give you a gift then.. to help you do my bidding.' The voice stopped as an image flashed before his eyes, it was an oddly shaped rock, but behind it was a chest. It didn't show what was in it, but it told him where it was. 'Go, find it, and I will speak to you then.'

His mind and body were released then, thrown back from the alter and to the ground. The mist did not fade though, instead, it cleared a small path, the path to her gift.
 
Why oh why did Isaac allow a hot statue lady to lure him in. Because now there was an equally hot, but frightening black lady of evil before him. Well, at she had marked him her champion instead of simply dinner. That was a plus. He blinked as he was thrown back, his new 'mistress' gone and a path opening up in the mist. Was he jt hallucinating? No, probably not, and he didn't want to test that Henry either, just in case he pissed her off. He quietly stood up, dusting himself off, before slowly walking along the path.

The path through the mist seemed to go n forever, but at least it was clear. He didn't have to weave around trees or climb over rocks or anything. Gotta hand it to his mistress, she definately knew the easiest route to things. However, the occasional howl of a wolf, or the screech of an owl, didn't really help the tension. He was still only armed with a knife, and he would have a hard time defending himself if wolves or something attacked him. Thankfully, nothing of the sort happened. Just more creepy noises.

He didn't know how long he asked before he finally reached the rock. Large and oddly shaped, almost a humanoid tree in agony, with much dark moss growing over its rough surface. The large rock seemed to be in the middle of a clearing, almost like the trees were keeping away from it. Slowly, he approached the rock and walked around behind it, spying the chest, untouched by the wilderness. He slowly knelt down, opening the chest to see what was within.

A mace. A large spiked steel ball on the end of a long length of chain. A rather grizzly looking weapon to be honest, but oddly enough one that seemed to work for him. He reached down to touch it. Feeling the unnatural chill of the steel. Then. In the mist. Something moved. There was something in the area, watching him.
 
The mist parted as his mistress appeared. This time she was garbed in a long, black robe, with silver embroidery following the curves of her body, the swell of her breasts, and the length of her legs. She didn't seem happy nor sad, truly her face was a mask as she watching him. Unlike the last robed woman he'd seen this one had a twisted sword strapped to her hip, wrapped with a wire, barbed like thorns.

'Good, you find my gift. I'm glad you listen,' It was then Issac must've realized she wasn't truly speaking to him, but the voice still echoed in his mind. Those crimson eyes boring into him. 'There are many levels to my ruined temple. The courtyard will be first. A group of mortals like yourself currently reside there, living upon the old bones of my faithful. It cannot be allowed. You will remove them, and by doing so, you will be rewarded.'

Raising a hand, another path in the mist cleared. It may have been a trick of the eye, but within the drooping sleeves of her dress there had been glowing red circles peering out at him.

'Go, my champion. Rid the world of these blasphemers.'
 
Isaac nodded and bowed to his mistress, not saying a word. He glanced at the path before giving me last look to her. Then coiling the chain of his weapon around his arm for easy carrying, he began down the path of mist, the rock and his mistress soon disappearing from sight.

And soon it was another dark, long trek through the mist, cold and otherwise boring, soundtracked occasionally by the sound of the night wildlife. A part of him wanted to test his new weapon, but he figured he would get the chance on those who were in the ruins.

And soon enough, he found it. A large form, carved into the side of a cliff. Judging from what he could see, it was probably very beautiful, or at least well designed once, but ow it was in ruins from neglect. A shame. He hoped his mistress didn't ask him to rebuild the place once he was done clearing it out. Stepping around rubble and crumbled steps, he made his way through the opening to the ruins.

The instant he was in, he felt some warmth, manly because the place protected him from the wind and mist outside. The place was dark. Except for the light of a possible fire deeper in the main chamber. Guess his targets weren't far off. He gave a small smirk.

"Helloooooo," he called out, "Anybody hoooooome."
 
The courtyard was build in a circular form. Years and years ago tall walls of black marble shielded this place from the eyes of travelers, making it just seem like part of the cliff form, mostly because of the fog that protected the area. As Issac walked in he could see the shadows of how it once looked. The courtyard walls were build as a complete semi-circle, and directly across from where he stood was a set of massive metals doors with intricate designs that were so covered in moss and other fungi he couldn't make them out. Once there had been two wells, each on one side of the path that lead to the doors. Tall, dark trees twisted in the wind, now barren and dead.

His voice echoed and the beauty of the temple's old form was ruined. Before he could even blink a message appeared before his eyes: Discovered: Temple of Darthervia

A second followed: New Objective: Clear the Courtyard

The moment the second message dimmed he saw what was truly there. Make-shift tents were stuck in the ground, and perhaps a dozen people of all sorts turned to face him. They, like him, were low in level and so unarmored for the most part and wielded weak weapons. Issac was lucky, his first real weapon and it was one of the god's.

"Look-y, here.. we got ourselves a hero," a big man laughed as he got up from in front of his fire, the three with him also standing up. "Nah, I got this one. Just watch." Without another word the bandit was rushing him. "I can't wait to count out your gold!"
 
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