It took them 6 hours to get through the forest. They ran into 2 groups of goblins, and 7 pairs of wolves. The goblins looked as expected. Short and green with spiky ears. What surprised Quinten was the fact that there were some girl goblins too. Their noses a little shorter, the only distinguishing marks were their small breasts.
The wolves were either gray or brown. And they made quick work of everything. Goblins had been a worry with their arrows, but Kenzie was able to deflect them with her gravity. There was plenty of crowd control in the group, and he was more than happy with their performance.
They arrived at the city of elves near dusk. Apparently they were expected. The guards let them in with little fuss. Quinten was amazed by them of course. They were as tall as him. Every single one of the elves had long hair. Perfect features. Pointy ears. Lithe muscles, they walked with grace. And the best part was every single one was female. They didn’t have much bust, but it was hard to believe there were any men as beautiful as these elves. The LARPers looked like freaks compared to these elves in everyday clothes. It was like being in Rivendell. That is if Rivendell was in the year 5,000.
Towering metal structures acted as buildings. The paths between buildings were paved with some kind of soft polymer. There were no roads because above them flew small one-person hover vehicles. Quinten was so shocked he almost broke character. “Holy fucking shit. Why didn’t anyone tell me?” He asked.
“Sorry, we wanted to see your reaction,” Joan said, adjusting her glasses.
“Well where to from here?” He asked, trying to not stare up at the giant buildings. There were no apparent windows, they all had a smooth black tone to them.
“The Chieftess lives this way,” Kenzie said beside him. They had rested a few more times and gotten to know each other. A part of Quinten wanted to put the moves on her and Joan, but the leader in him said that would be bad. You never took advantage of those you commanded.
As a group they walked down the streets. There were some more elves here and there, but they mostly ignored the tourists. Like seeing a different species was an everyday thing to them, he wondered if it was.
“Halt, your group has been given their audience,” an elf guard said in front of a smaller metal building. She was a little shorter than Quinten, with long blonde hair and thin eyes.
Quinten looked to his group. They looked away, either blushing or angry. “My group has, but I have not. I request to see the Chieftess,” he said confidently. He wasn’t exactly sure where to go from here.Thus he let the character roll with it.
The 2 guards discussed between one another. One ran inside and a few minutes later came out. “The Chieftess has granted your petition. Follow me.”
His teammates let out a sigh of relief. Without hesitation Quinten followed the guard, soon the others scrambled after him. He was able to refrain from watching the guard’s ass as the elf walked. No weapons on her, he wondered if she had a spatial ring as well. The halls were empty of other people, but they too were a smooth metal. Paintings and ornaments littered the walls and sides of the long hallway. As a rogue he worried Timmy would be tempted to steal something, but he left that out of his mind. They were all out of their depth inside the Chietess’ building.
As they began to run up the stairs Quin read the quest he had been given when he joined the group officially.
| Quest Generated |
| Assist the locals in dealing with |
| problematic monsters. |
| Time Limit: N/A |
| Quest Rewards: |
| System Coins |
| Experience Points |
Short and sweet, apparently the others had searched all around the area, and these were the only locals that spoke English. How they understood English he didn’t know. He guessed that the System had something to do with it.
When they came up to a great hall they were stopped. “Please stow your weapons,” a different guard said as the original one turned to leave. The group of 5 were soon defenseless. Weapons disappearing into their inventory or spatial gear.
“The Chieftess will see you now,” an aide said walking in from the great hall. Quinten followed smoothly. Large confident strides, the others fell behind. The hall was filled with elves. In elegant dresses or sleek hunting leathers they discussed and chatted with one another over refreshments. A few gave the humans a once over, but soon were back to talking between one another.
Quinten considered what you called a group of elves as they walked. Santa’s Helpers maybe? Maybe I’ll call it a Legolas.
The timid voice of the aide in front of him took him from his thoughts. “Chieftess, your guests.”
Before him the Chieftess was on a raised throne. Some stairs leading up to her, she sat on a large chair that was carved out of wood. She stared at them for a while, so he decided to do the same to her. She had the largest ears he had seen of any of the elves. Wide and long, they actually pointed away from her face instead of up. They framed her face nicely. With long blonde hair that shimmered in the dim light she wore a green dress that was tight to her skin. Small breasts and wide hips, he had plenty of time to look her up and down a few times. He could tell the others behind him were getting nervous, but he knew that in these situations the person who talked first was the loser.
“Welcome travelers,” she said eventually. She barely moved her mouth but her voice cut through the room like a whip. “May I ask why you have come?”
“Why of course my Chieftess,” he said with a bow. “We humble adventurers are on a quest to help those from this dungeon. As you are the only sapient people we have been able to find, I assume you are the locals our quest speaks of?” After a nod from her he continued. “What praytell can annoy such people as you that we need a quest for? I have no idea. But the System wills as it wills, and here we are.”
After a long silence she let out a nod slowly. “You are quite different than your companions adventurer. Last they came they spoke in whispers. My people are the Roktai, we value strength, and shun those too weak to speak.” Quinten turned to the others. They either looked at the floor or ceiling. A quick scan around, he understood their attitude now.
“I see,” he said almost to himself. A part of him laughed at the reason he was needed here in the first place. The Chieftess gave him an odd look. He felt compelled to elaborate. “My companions are not inexperienced in battle. They have traversed this land far more than myself. Unfortunately they are not used to seeing such beautiful women. Elves in our world are more of a fantasy, and I believe my companions are much more intimidated by your beauty than they are of monsters.”
The hall was quiet for a moment, a guard in front of Quinten said, “Uhh I’m a dude.”
Another patron to his right chimed in, “Me too.”
Quinten looked them up and down quickly. The stronger jaw and small Adam's apple was a clue he had missed. “So you are,” he wanted to say more, but was too embarrassed.
Eventually the Chieftess said aloud, “You are correct, we do have such a quest for adventurers, but as keepers of this area it is our job to ensure travelers do not die needlessly.”
“And I assure you that as their leader I would not risk their lives to finish a simple quest,” he said, moving on.
After some more time she nodded slowly. “Will you join me for dinner? I wish to test you alone before I answer,” she said. “Your companions may rest here tonight.”
Quinten had read this erotica before. He knew exactly how well this dinner could go. “Of course Chieftess. I would love nothing more.”
Quinten turned to his group. “Alright you bunch of virgins. I’ve almost sealed the deal. Be on your best behavior, “ he said pointing to Timmy. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Dude one of our rules is don’t split up, this isn’t scooby doo,” George said uncomfortable with the situation.
“We are in a civilized city, with a fantasy people that speak English. As far as I am concerned I am safer here than staying in a tent out in the wild. You guys have never gotten this far right? That’s what I thought. Let me do my magic. In the meantime you see if they have some fantasy brothel and you all get laid. This whole thing could have been avoided if you weren’t so scared to talk to the opposite sex,” he hissed at them.
“Thats not-” Timmy tried to say, but after a look from Quinten he shut up.
—
“Thank you for the invitation,” Quinten said. He was seated at a large table a few feet away from the Chieftess. What really excited him was that they were the only ones there. A few guards at the doors, he didn’t think they counted.
“You’re most welcome traveler,” she said.
“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. I am Quinten Hardly,” he said. “You can call me Quin.”
“I am Chieftess Lyola,” she said with a thin smile.
“Well Lyola, may I ask some questions of you?” He asked as the food came into the room. Many dishes were vegetables and fruits he had never seen before. Happily he noticed that many were meat. He recognized the Horned rabbits, and that of a chicken like bird, all roasted to perfection.
“You may, but the System restricts me on many answers,” she said as she took food.
Interesting, he thought as he grabbed food for himself. “If you’re the Chieftess, is there a Chief I need to worry about?”
“No, none you need to worry about,” she said in between bites.
Quinten ignored the way she phrased that. With a thought he raised his Pheromones to 50. If he didn’t try to nail an elf princess then he might as well be a eunuch. “What can you tell me about the System?”
“Little. I can tell you about my people and this land, but nothing about the System.”
“What happens if you do?” He asked.
She thought for a moment thoughtfully, “#*&T@$(*@^$)&@#)).” A long line of garbled gibberish escaped her lips. “That happens,” she said. “Do not worry, in time your people will join the #&*#(, and know all the secrets of the universe.”
Quinten’s head started to split in pain with her incoherent words. He slowly drank some water and leaned his head back. It was a few minutes before he felt normal again. Stay away from System questions, he thought to himself as he shook his head.
“Wel,l what can you tell me about your people? In my world we call you elves,” he said, eating again.
“Yes, that is a fair term. There are many such beings as I, and we are normally called elves, like you are called humans. But our people in this country are named the Roktai.” She pointed to a crest hanging on the wall. It was like a medieval knighthood crest. A spiral horn in the center, it was surrounded by swords and axes and other such weapons, with a shield as the backdrop. “We are an ancient people and have been in the #&*#( for some time.” The wordless word hurt his head once more but he ignored it.
“Do you live a long time?”
“Yes, I myself am 3,000 years old,” she said with a smile.
Quinten had assumed something like this, so it wasn’t too much of a shock. Her smooth skin put her about 30 years old in his eyes. “I’m 17,” he said with a laugh.
“My goddess. You are a baby,” she said letting out a laugh. Her cheeks became red and Quinten thought that the pheromones were finally working.
| Relationship Screen (LVL 6) | |||||
| Name | Attachment | Location | Kinks | Prefered Phallic Size | Erogenous Zone |
| Daphne Krollic | Level 2 | Las Vegas, NV. | Younger Guys | 9" | Nipples |
| Zora Mlakar | Level 6 | Atlantic, IA | Impregnation | 7" | Ears |
| Tiffany Tyler | Level 1 | Thousand Oaks, CA | Submission | 7" | Breasts |
| Lyola Lofgren | Level 0 | %&#())*# | Large Genitalia | 10" | Ears |
Finally someone I can actually get bigger with, he thought with a mental fist bump. Making his member almost 11” he raised the pheromones to 55.
“Tell me,” the Chieftess ordered after she finished eating. “How do you speak to me so familiarly?” she asked. “Even my own people have trouble with my Charm value.”
Confused by the confrontation, Quinten looked at her. She was very beautiful. Her thin body and smooth muscles would be the envy of anyone back on Earth. Yet he didn’t feel that draw he did to Tiffany or Zora. It was like the woman in front of him was just a beauty to behold. Where those at home were those he had to have. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I assume it has something to do with my System.”
“Yes, quite odd,” she said. “We of course have tools to monitor everyone that enters here. Your group has interesting Systems, but yours. I could not see anything. It was almost as if you were a @*@($. Tell me, what does it entail?”
Asher was starting to feel a little woozy. Maybe something in the food hit him wrong. A part of him was yelling that he had been drugged, but another part said he was fine. Just in case, he raised his pheromones to 100. She wasn’t the only one that could drug someone. “I have to have sex,” he eventually admitted. His head felt light.
“Sex?” She asked incredulously. “Like...” She began to put a finger through her other fingers that were shaped like a circle.
Quinten laughed at watching this elf queen do the apparently universal sign language for sex. “Yep, I get stronger the more sex I have.” With the laugh, his head started to feel a little better.
Lyola blushed deeply. A blush that went all the way to her ears. “What? You don’t partake?” He asked. A drunken smile on his lips, he was feeling very bold.
“I do,” she stammered like a young school girl. “I have just never met someone with a System focused on it.” Quinten gave her a look at that. With a wink she blushed further. “We elves live a long time. We don’t desire for sex as much as other species of the $&)@#&. After so long I often find it dull.”
“Are you sure?” He asked. He knew her kink, something told him the truth. “Or is it because others haven’t been able to fill you all the way?” Lyola blushed further at that. “You see, one of my skills is seeing what people really want Lyola,” he said. His eyes grabbing her attention. “So I can see your desire clear as day. My question is, why fight it?” He left the ball in her court as his mind cleared a little more. Still unsure if he had been drugged or not he was slowly feeling like himself again.
Lyola silent at the head of the table she appeared to think more. Quinten knew that these elves must be very hard to turn on if it took this long for his pheromones to work. Tiffany would have jumped him after a few minutes, while this lady had been breathing him in for minutes without much change.
A slight rattle of armor behind him drew his eyes. The tall female guard, he was sure this time, that had walked him in began to rub her legs together. Her hands were white knuckled on her lance as she continued to try to stay still.
When Quinten turned back to the table with a smile he almost jumped as the Chieftess was right next to him. She had quietly slunk over until she was next to his shoulder. Her breathing heavy, he followed her line of sight to his crotch. With a smile his penis began to get larger. Larger than it had ever been before. The thick shaft moved down his leg until it topped out near his kneecap. Lyola’s eyes were transfixed by his member. Feeling himself once more he decided to drop the Pheromones back down to 50.
“Can I help you?” He whispered in her ear. Lyola let out a whimper, caught in her own lust. He decided to take it up a notch. Unbuckling his pants. Then unzipping them. He showed off the hairless base of his dick. With the admission that it was really his penis and not some trick she attacked him.
Soon he was on his back. He had been resting on a large pillow at the short table, and now his lower half was draped atop the pillow while his head laid on the ground. The Chieftess let out a sigh of relief as she pulled his pants down. His penis shot up to its full height. Quinten heard a couple of gasps in the room at the reveal.
Smug from the reaction, he knew not many women could handle this, so he felt blessed to finally find one. Lyola appeared lost in her lust as her face approached the head. Hesitantly she licked it. Pulling the foreskin down a little her small tongue licked under the mushroom head. Quinten laid there letting her work. Looking up behind him the guard had her chestplate off caressing her own breasts. He assumed this was the pheromones at work, but maybe all the elves were voyeurs, he didn’t know.
When the Chieftess was done tasting his cock head she then tried to fit it in her mouth. Her small mouth widened all the way and pushed itself around him. Her teeth scraped the edge of his dick making him wince. “Sorry,” she said meekly and tried again. Somehow her mouth became wider and she went down further. When she was a good 4 inches down she had to stop. He groaned as the feeling overtook him. Precum leaking out she moaned happily.
Soon she started going up and down. Despite all of her effort she was unable to go any further down. He considered making it smaller for her, but this was her kink. Quin knew she was getting off on it. Reaching down he slid his fingers into the bottom of her dress. Lyola gave no outward indication that she noticed. Until he touched her vagina anyway. There was some fuzz on top of it, but she was dripping wet.
What surprised him was how small her slit was. He stuck one finger inside then two, and he could have sworn that was all she could take. She jerked away from him as he began to slide his fingers in and out of her. She moaned on the tip of his dick, licking the head was all she could do as she became short of breath. Then with another moan she came over his fingers.
Pheromones had really done their job with her. She let go of his dick and breathed in and out slowly as she caught her breath. Without asking permission he stood up. Kicking his pants, shoes and socks off, he asked the guard where the bedroom was. Caught with her hand in her pants the brown haired elf pointed down a hall.
Quinten picked up the Chieftess in a princess carry and headed down the hall without permission. His erect dick swayed in the air until he came to a room with a pile of pillows. Like some cliche harem room he put on a smile. The darker haired elf followed him.
When they came into the room Lyola caught herself. “Tillie see to me,” she ordered as Quinten set her down. She walked to her mirror as elegantly as before. The dark haired guard following behind. Soon she was helping the Chieftess disrobe fully. Quinten took a seat on a pillow near the big pile and admired the view. Her perfect skin had no tan lines but still had some color. Her blonde hair was let down to its full length, it ended just above her small breasts.
She turned to stare at him in a Peter Pan pose. With that holier than thou look she gave him Quinten remembered a saying. ‘Treat a queen like a whore, and a whore like a queen.’ How she acted earlier led him to believe he knew how he had to treat her. He stood up and willed his softening dick to full attention. Stepping down from the pillow area he went up to the Chieftess and began to look her up and down.
“I don’t think you can handle all of this. We can stop if you want,” he said. His dick poked into her side with the offer. He was trying to take some of the power she felt she had.
“No!” She exclaimed. Her attitude changing, she took a meeker stance staring down at his large dick. “I just need to get worked up to it,” she offered.
He reluctantly nodded as he stared at her. The head of his dick poking her in the stomach, he acted like it was natural. Her hand went down to it but couldn’t wrap her fingers all the way around. “Will she be joining us?” Quinten said looking to the lustful guard Tillie. Her eyes were focused on his dick as well.
“If you want her to,” the queen said like it was a question. He actually caught some hope in her voice. This was uncharted territory for Quinten. But he had to treat the woman in front of him like she didn’t matter.
Thus he moved past her and went up to the guard. Her voice became ragged as he stopped a few inches away from her face. His dick slid in between her legs as he asked. “Tillie, would you care to join us?” Without hesitation she nodded. “Then I will need your help to loosen the princess. If you do well I will attend to you after.”
With that he turned and picked up the naked Chieftess. Grabbing her under her arms he carried her to the pile of pillows. There were 4 posts on either corner of the pile holding up large silk like colored sheets. Quinten pushed the blonde elf up against one of the posts hard. She groaned as he began to kiss and nibble at her neck. Slowly he moved his way up to her ears. First licking the length of them then blowing air across them. She began to breathe heavily with the stimulation.
Once Tillie was nude next to him he turned the Chieftess around and lifted her up. There were 2 large hard pillows next to them. They were more like legless Ottomans. Quinten set them apart a few inches then laid the Chieftess down on the gap. Then he grabbed Tillie's arm and laid her with her head underneath the Chieftess’ ass. Quinten then laid on Tillie and began to lick the blonde’s pussy. The other 2 were lost for a moment until Quin pulled Tillie’s head up to the Chieftess’ perfectly toned ass.
Then the screams started. Quinten licking up and down her small pussy he stuck his tongue in as far as it would go and moved her insides around trying to loosen her up more and more. Tillie began to do the same to her ass. The Chieftess began to scream and moan while her body convulsed. Her body shook and writhed in what he assumed were orgasms. They hit her one after another. Elves must be built differently because there appeared to be no stop to her pleasure as it was one continuous orgasm.
All the while Quin began to hump Tillie’s body underneath him. Her hand latched onto his cock and began to stroke it hard. Their tongues often met between the tight cunt and ass. Tillie began to moan in pleasure as her body writhed under his. When he thought she was at least a little looser Quin got up from over Tillie and lined his dick up with the Chieftess.
Without asking permission he began to slide it in. She moaned in pain causing him to stop. Tillie now caught up in the lust, began to lick the base of his dick and the entrance to the Chieftess’ snatch. This caused both of them to groan in pleasure. Quin’s dick twitched inside her, and ready or not he pushed inside her again.
Before he knew it he was only 2 inches outside of her. Resting so she could get used to him. Tillie was unable to lick his shaft and her Chieftess’ pussy so he moved her head to his balls. She soon began suckling them. His dick twitching inside the Chieftess, it was heavenly. He waited until she wasn’t in as much pain. Then he began to slide out of her. Ever so slowly Tillie followed his movement and continued sucking his balls all the way back. Then she followed again as he moved forward.
The Chieftess then began to talk dirty, “You’re so big traveler. Slower. Yes. Please don’t go all the way. I can’t handle it. You’re too big. How are you inside me? Please pull it out.” With that she began her orgasm once more. Her body shook and her nethers became drenched in cum. He slowly went in and out of her as she continued to orgasm. Her yells turned to screams, then her voice cracked and no sounds came out. When she gave one last shake her whole body relaxed. She looked to the side and her eyes took on a distant look.
“Is she always like this?” Quinten asked the guard sucking his balls.
She shook her head letting him go. “I usually take care of her needs. Her orgasms don’t last this long.”
Quinten marveled at his work of a passed out elf. “Well your turn, get up here,” he said. Moving off Tillie he picked her up and set her on the Ottoman next to the Chieftess.
“You don’t have to-” She tried to say but Quinten was already eating her pussy. His tongue gave the same treatment. Stretching and exploring everywhere it could reach. When she was wet and had orgasmed lightly he sat up.
“Do you want this size? Or smaller?” He asked.
“It can be smaller?” She asked. Her head tilted to the side.
“Or bigger,” he offered.
With that she looked at the queen’s condition. “This size is fine.” A slight smile on her lips he laughed as he entered inside her.
She could handle about half his dick before she started begging him to stop. He did after a bit, she had asked for this, and she could ask him to get smaller if she really wanted. When he was about 9 inches in he started to fuck her relentlessly. Where the Chieftess had got it slow he went hard on the guard. In between her yells the Chieftess woke up from her daze and began to kiss the guard deeply. Her screams muffled, Quinten began to play with her small clit. This caused her to convulse much like the Chieftess.
No longer wanting to hold back, Quinten unloaded inside of her. His thick seed filled her up causing her uterus to bulge. The feeling of it caused her to actually pass out. When Quinten eventually pulled out of the guard he picked up the Chieftess and carried her further into the mountain of pillows.
It took them 6 hours to get through the forest. They ran into 2 groups of goblins, and 7 pairs of wolves. The goblins looked as expected. Short and green with spiky ears. What surprised Quinten was the fact that there were some girl goblins too. Their noses a little shorter, the only distinguishing marks were their small breasts.
The wolves were either gray or brown. And they made quick work of everything. Goblins had been a worry with their arrows, but Kenzie was able to deflect them with her gravity. There was plenty of crowd control in the group, and he was more than happy with their performance.
They arrived at the city of elves near dusk. Apparently they were expected. The guards let them in with little fuss. Quinten was amazed by them of course. They were as tall as him. Every single one of the elves had long hair. Perfect features. Pointy ears. Lithe muscles, they walked with grace. And the best part was every single one was female. They didn’t have much bust, but it was hard to believe there were any men as beautiful as these elves. The LARPers looked like freaks compared to these elves in everyday clothes. It was like being in Rivendell. That is if Rivendell was in the year 5,000.
Towering metal structures acted as buildings. The paths between buildings were paved with some kind of soft polymer. There were no roads because above them flew small one-person hover vehicles. Quinten was so shocked he almost broke character. “Holy fucking shit. Why didn’t anyone tell me?” He asked.
“Sorry, we wanted to see your reaction,” Joan said, adjusting her glasses.
“Well where to from here?” He asked, trying to not stare up at the giant buildings. There were no apparent windows, they all had a smooth black tone to them.
“The Chieftess lives this way,” Kenzie said beside him. They had rested a few more times and gotten to know each other. A part of Quinten wanted to put the moves on her and Joan, but the leader in him said that would be bad. You never took advantage of those you commanded.
As a group they walked down the streets. There were some more elves here and there, but they mostly ignored the tourists. Like seeing a different species was an everyday thing to them, he wondered if it was.
“Halt, your group has been given their audience,” an elf guard said in front of a smaller metal building. She was a little shorter than Quinten, with long blonde hair and thin eyes.
Quinten looked to his group. They looked away, either blushing or angry. “My group has, but I have not. I request to see the Chieftess,” he said confidently. He wasn’t exactly sure where to go from here.Thus he let the character roll with it.
The 2 guards discussed between one another. One ran inside and a few minutes later came out. “The Chieftess has granted your petition. Follow me.”
His teammates let out a sigh of relief. Without hesitation Quinten followed the guard, soon the others scrambled after him. He was able to refrain from watching the guard’s ass as the elf walked. No weapons on her, he wondered if she had a spatial ring as well. The halls were empty of other people, but they too were a smooth metal. Paintings and ornaments littered the walls and sides of the long hallway. As a rogue he worried Timmy would be tempted to steal something, but he left that out of his mind. They were all out of their depth inside the Chietess’ building.
As they began to run up the stairs Quin read the quest he had been given when he joined the group officially.
| Quest Generated |
| Assist the locals in dealing with |
| problematic monsters. |
| Time Limit: N/A |
| Quest Rewards: |
| System Coins |
| Experience Points |
Short and sweet, apparently the others had searched all around the area, and these were the only locals that spoke English. How they understood English he didn’t know. He guessed that the System had something to do with it.
When they came up to a great hall they were stopped. “Please stow your weapons,” a different guard said as the original one turned to leave. The group of 5 were soon defenseless. Weapons disappearing into their inventory or spatial gear.
“The Chieftess will see you now,” an aide said walking in from the great hall. Quinten followed smoothly. Large confident strides, the others fell behind. The hall was filled with elves. In elegant dresses or sleek hunting leathers they discussed and chatted with one another over refreshments. A few gave the humans a once over, but soon were back to talking between one another.
Quinten considered what you called a group of elves as they walked. Santa’s Helpers maybe? Maybe I’ll call it a Legolas.
The timid voice of the aide in front of him took him from his thoughts. “Chieftess, your guests.”
Before him the Chieftess was on a raised throne. Some stairs leading up to her, she sat on a large chair that was carved out of wood. She stared at them for a while, so he decided to do the same to her. She had the largest ears he had seen of any of the elves. Wide and long, they actually pointed away from her face instead of up. They framed her face nicely. With long blonde hair that shimmered in the dim light she wore a green dress that was tight to her skin. Small breasts and wide hips, he had plenty of time to look her up and down a few times. He could tell the others behind him were getting nervous, but he knew that in these situations the person who talked first was the loser.
“Welcome travelers,” she said eventually. She barely moved her mouth but her voice cut through the room like a whip. “May I ask why you have come?”
“Why of course my Chieftess,” he said with a bow. “We humble adventurers are on a quest to help those from this dungeon. As you are the only sapient people we have been able to find, I assume you are the locals our quest speaks of?” After a nod from her he continued. “What praytell can annoy such people as you that we need a quest for? I have no idea. But the System wills as it wills, and here we are.”
After a long silence she let out a nod slowly. “You are quite different than your companions adventurer. Last they came they spoke in whispers. My people are the Roktai, we value strength, and shun those too weak to speak.” Quinten turned to the others. They either looked at the floor or ceiling. A quick scan around, he understood their attitude now.
“I see,” he said almost to himself. A part of him laughed at the reason he was needed here in the first place. The Chieftess gave him an odd look. He felt compelled to elaborate. “My companions are not inexperienced in battle. They have traversed this land far more than myself. Unfortunately they are not used to seeing such beautiful women. Elves in our world are more of a fantasy, and I believe my companions are much more intimidated by your beauty than they are of monsters.”
The hall was quiet for a moment, a guard in front of Quinten said, “Uhh I’m a dude.”
Another patron to his right chimed in, “Me too.”
Quinten looked them up and down quickly. The stronger jaw and small Adam's apple was a clue he had missed. “So you are,” he wanted to say more, but was too embarrassed.
Eventually the Chieftess said aloud, “You are correct, we do have such a quest for adventurers, but as keepers of this area it is our job to ensure travelers do not die needlessly.”
“And I assure you that as their leader I would not risk their lives to finish a simple quest,” he said, moving on.
After some more time she nodded slowly. “Will you join me for dinner? I wish to test you alone before I answer,” she said. “Your companions may rest here tonight.”
Quinten had read this erotica before. He knew exactly how well this dinner could go. “Of course Chieftess. I would love nothing more.”
Quinten turned to his group. “Alright you bunch of virgins. I’ve almost sealed the deal. Be on your best behavior, “ he said pointing to Timmy. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Dude one of our rules is don’t split up, this isn’t scooby doo,” George said uncomfortable with the situation.
“We are in a civilized city, with a fantasy people that speak English. As far as I am concerned I am safer here than staying in a tent out in the wild. You guys have never gotten this far right? That’s what I thought. Let me do my magic. In the meantime you see if they have some fantasy brothel and you all get laid. This whole thing could have been avoided if you weren’t so scared to talk to the opposite sex,” he hissed at them.
“Thats not-” Timmy tried to say, but after a look from Quinten he shut up.
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“Thank you for the invitation,” Quinten said. He was seated at a large table a few feet away from the Chieftess. What really excited him was that they were the only ones there. A few guards at the doors, he didn’t think they counted.
“You’re most welcome traveler,” she said.
“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. I am Quinten Hardly,” he said. “You can call me Quin.”
“I am Chieftess Lyola,” she said with a thin smile.
“Well Lyola, may I ask some questions of you?” He asked as the food came into the room. Many dishes were vegetables and fruits he had never seen before. Happily he noticed that many were meat. He recognized the Horned rabbits, and that of a chicken like bird, all roasted to perfection.
“You may, but the System restricts me on many answers,” she said as she took food.
Interesting, he thought as he grabbed food for himself. “If you’re the Chieftess, is there a Chief I need to worry about?”
“No, none you need to worry about,” she said in between bites.
Quinten ignored the way she phrased that. With a thought he raised his Pheromones to 50. If he didn’t try to nail an elf princess then he might as well be a eunuch. “What can you tell me about the System?”
“Little. I can tell you about my people and this land, but nothing about the System.”
“What happens if you do?” He asked.
She thought for a moment thoughtfully, “#*&T@$(*@^$)&@#)).” A long line of garbled gibberish escaped her lips. “That happens,” she said. “Do not worry, in time your people will join the #&*#(, and know all the secrets of the universe.”
Quinten’s head started to split in pain with her incoherent words. He slowly drank some water and leaned his head back. It was a few minutes before he felt normal again. Stay away from System questions, he thought to himself as he shook his head.
“Wel,l what can you tell me about your people? In my world we call you elves,” he said, eating again.
“Yes, that is a fair term. There are many such beings as I, and we are normally called elves, like you are called humans. But our people in this country are named the Roktai.” She pointed to a crest hanging on the wall. It was like a medieval knighthood crest. A spiral horn in the center, it was surrounded by swords and axes and other such weapons, with a shield as the backdrop. “We are an ancient people and have been in the #&*#( for some time.” The wordless word hurt his head once more but he ignored it.
“Do you live a long time?”
“Yes, I myself am 3,000 years old,” she said with a smile.
Quinten had assumed something like this, so it wasn’t too much of a shock. Her smooth skin put her about 30 years old in his eyes. “I’m 17,” he said with a laugh.
“My goddess. You are a baby,” she said letting out a laugh. Her cheeks became red and Quinten thought that the pheromones were finally working.
| Relationship Screen (LVL 6) | |||||
| Name | Attachment | Location | Kinks | Prefered Phallic Size | Erogenous Zone |
| Daphne Krollic | Level 2 | Las Vegas, NV. | Younger Guys | 9" | Nipples |
| Zora Mlakar | Level 6 | Atlantic, IA | Impregnation | 7" | Ears |
| Tiffany Tyler | Level 1 | Thousand Oaks, CA | Submission | 7" | Breasts |
| Lyola Lofgren | Level 0 | %&#())*# | Large Genitalia | 10" | Ears |
Finally someone I can actually get bigger with, he thought with a mental fist bump. Making his member almost 11” he raised the pheromones to 55.
“Tell me,” the Chieftess ordered after she finished eating. “How do you speak to me so familiarly?” she asked. “Even my own people have trouble with my Charm value.”
Confused by the confrontation, Quinten looked at her. She was very beautiful. Her thin body and smooth muscles would be the envy of anyone back on Earth. Yet he didn’t feel that draw he did to Tiffany or Zora. It was like the woman in front of him was just a beauty to behold. Where those at home were those he had to have. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I assume it has something to do with my System.”
“Yes, quite odd,” she said. “We of course have tools to monitor everyone that enters here. Your group has interesting Systems, but yours. I could not see anything. It was almost as if you were a @*@($. Tell me, what does it entail?”
Asher was starting to feel a little woozy. Maybe something in the food hit him wrong. A part of him was yelling that he had been drugged, but another part said he was fine. Just in case, he raised his pheromones to 100. She wasn’t the only one that could drug someone. “I have to have sex,” he eventually admitted. His head felt light.
“Sex?” She asked incredulously. “Like...” She began to put a finger through her other fingers that were shaped like a circle.
Quinten laughed at watching this elf queen do the apparently universal sign language for sex. “Yep, I get stronger the more sex I have.” With the laugh, his head started to feel a little better.
Lyola blushed deeply. A blush that went all the way to her ears. “What? You don’t partake?” He asked. A drunken smile on his lips, he was feeling very bold.
“I do,” she stammered like a young school girl. “I have just never met someone with a System focused on it.” Quinten gave her a look at that. With a wink she blushed further. “We elves live a long time. We don’t desire for sex as much as other species of the $&)@#&. After so long I often find it dull.”
“Are you sure?” He asked. He knew her kink, something told him the truth. “Or is it because others haven’t been able to fill you all the way?” Lyola blushed further at that. “You see, one of my skills is seeing what people really want Lyola,” he said. His eyes grabbing her attention. “So I can see your desire clear as day. My question is, why fight it?” He left the ball in her court as his mind cleared a little more. Still unsure if he had been drugged or not he was slowly feeling like himself again.
Lyola silent at the head of the table she appeared to think more. Quinten knew that these elves must be very hard to turn on if it took this long for his pheromones to work. Tiffany would have jumped him after a few minutes, while this lady had been breathing him in for minutes without much change.
A slight rattle of armor behind him drew his eyes. The tall female guard, he was sure this time, that had walked him in began to rub her legs together. Her hands were white knuckled on her lance as she continued to try to stay still.
When Quinten turned back to the table with a smile he almost jumped as the Chieftess was right next to him. She had quietly slunk over until she was next to his shoulder. Her breathing heavy, he followed her line of sight to his crotch. With a smile his penis began to get larger. Larger than it had ever been before. The thick shaft moved down his leg until it topped out near his kneecap. Lyola’s eyes were transfixed by his member. Feeling himself once more he decided to drop the Pheromones back down to 50.
“Can I help you?” He whispered in her ear. Lyola let out a whimper, caught in her own lust. He decided to take it up a notch. Unbuckling his pants. Then unzipping them. He showed off the hairless base of his dick. With the admission that it was really his penis and not some trick she attacked him.
Soon he was on his back. He had been resting on a large pillow at the short table, and now his lower half was draped atop the pillow while his head laid on the ground. The Chieftess let out a sigh of relief as she pulled his pants down. His penis shot up to its full height. Quinten heard a couple of gasps in the room at the reveal.
Smug from the reaction, he knew not many women could handle this, so he felt blessed to finally find one. Lyola appeared lost in her lust as her face approached the head. Hesitantly she licked it. Pulling the foreskin down a little her small tongue licked under the mushroom head. Quinten laid there letting her work. Looking up behind him the guard had her chestplate off caressing her own breasts. He assumed this was the pheromones at work, but maybe all the elves were voyeurs, he didn’t know.
When the Chieftess was done tasting his cock head she then tried to fit it in her mouth. Her small mouth widened all the way and pushed itself around him. Her teeth scraped the edge of his dick making him wince. “Sorry,” she said meekly and tried again. Somehow her mouth became wider and she went down further. When she was a good 4 inches down she had to stop. He groaned as the feeling overtook him. Precum leaking out she moaned happily.
Soon she started going up and down. Despite all of her effort she was unable to go any further down. He considered making it smaller for her, but this was her kink. Quin knew she was getting off on it. Reaching down he slid his fingers into the bottom of her dress. Lyola gave no outward indication that she noticed. Until he touched her vagina anyway. There was some fuzz on top of it, but she was dripping wet.
What surprised him was how small her slit was. He stuck one finger inside then two, and he could have sworn that was all she could take. She jerked away from him as he began to slide his fingers in and out of her. She moaned on the tip of his dick, licking the head was all she could do as she became short of breath. Then with another moan she came over his fingers.
Pheromones had really done their job with her. She let go of his dick and breathed in and out slowly as she caught her breath. Without asking permission he stood up. Kicking his pants, shoes and socks off, he asked the guard where the bedroom was. Caught with her hand in her pants the brown haired elf pointed down a hall.
Quinten picked up the Chieftess in a princess carry and headed down the hall without permission. His erect dick swayed in the air until he came to a room with a pile of pillows. Like some cliche harem room he put on a smile. The darker haired elf followed him.
When they came into the room Lyola caught herself. “Tillie see to me,” she ordered as Quinten set her down. She walked to her mirror as elegantly as before. The dark haired guard following behind. Soon she was helping the Chieftess disrobe fully. Quinten took a seat on a pillow near the big pile and admired the view. Her perfect skin had no tan lines but still had some color. Her blonde hair was let down to its full length, it ended just above her small breasts.
She turned to stare at him in a Peter Pan pose. With that holier than thou look she gave him Quinten remembered a saying. ‘Treat a queen like a whore, and a whore like a queen.’ How she acted earlier led him to believe he knew how he had to treat her. He stood up and willed his softening dick to full attention. Stepping down from the pillow area he went up to the Chieftess and began to look her up and down.
“I don’t think you can handle all of this. We can stop if you want,” he said. His dick poked into her side with the offer. He was trying to take some of the power she felt she had.
“No!” She exclaimed. Her attitude changing, she took a meeker stance staring down at his large dick. “I just need to get worked up to it,” she offered.
He reluctantly nodded as he stared at her. The head of his dick poking her in the stomach, he acted like it was natural. Her hand went down to it but couldn’t wrap her fingers all the way around. “Will she be joining us?” Quinten said looking to the lustful guard Tillie. Her eyes were focused on his dick as well.
“If you want her to,” the queen said like it was a question. He actually caught some hope in her voice. This was uncharted territory for Quinten. But he had to treat the woman in front of him like she didn’t matter.
Thus he moved past her and went up to the guard. Her voice became ragged as he stopped a few inches away from her face. His dick slid in between her legs as he asked. “Tillie, would you care to join us?” Without hesitation she nodded. “Then I will need your help to loosen the princess. If you do well I will attend to you after.”
With that he turned and picked up the naked Chieftess. Grabbing her under her arms he carried her to the pile of pillows. There were 4 posts on either corner of the pile holding up large silk like colored sheets. Quinten pushed the blonde elf up against one of the posts hard. She groaned as he began to kiss and nibble at her neck. Slowly he moved his way up to her ears. First licking the length of them then blowing air across them. She began to breathe heavily with the stimulation.
Once Tillie was nude next to him he turned the Chieftess around and lifted her up. There were 2 large hard pillows next to them. They were more like legless Ottomans. Quinten set them apart a few inches then laid the Chieftess down on the gap. Then he grabbed Tillie's arm and laid her with her head underneath the Chieftess’ ass. Quinten then laid on Tillie and began to lick the blonde’s pussy. The other 2 were lost for a moment until Quin pulled Tillie’s head up to the Chieftess’ perfectly toned ass.
Then the screams started. Quinten licking up and down her small pussy he stuck his tongue in as far as it would go and moved her insides around trying to loosen her up more and more. Tillie began to do the same to her ass. The Chieftess began to scream and moan while her body convulsed. Her body shook and writhed in what he assumed were orgasms. They hit her one after another. Elves must be built differently because there appeared to be no stop to her pleasure as it was one continuous orgasm.
All the while Quin began to hump Tillie’s body underneath him. Her hand latched onto his cock and began to stroke it hard. Their tongues often met between the tight cunt and ass. Tillie began to moan in pleasure as her body writhed under his. When he thought she was at least a little looser Quin got up from over Tillie and lined his dick up with the Chieftess.
Without asking permission he began to slide it in. She moaned in pain causing him to stop. Tillie now caught up in the lust, began to lick the base of his dick and the entrance to the Chieftess’ snatch. This caused both of them to groan in pleasure. Quin’s dick twitched inside her, and ready or not he pushed inside her again.
Before he knew it he was only 2 inches outside of her. Resting so she could get used to him. Tillie was unable to lick his shaft and her Chieftess’ pussy so he moved her head to his balls. She soon began suckling them. His dick twitching inside the Chieftess, it was heavenly. He waited until she wasn’t in as much pain. Then he began to slide out of her. Ever so slowly Tillie followed his movement and continued sucking his balls all the way back. Then she followed again as he moved forward.
The Chieftess then began to talk dirty, “You’re so big traveler. Slower. Yes. Please don’t go all the way. I can’t handle it. You’re too big. How are you inside me? Please pull it out.” With that she began her orgasm once more. Her body shook and her nethers became drenched in cum. He slowly went in and out of her as she continued to orgasm. Her yells turned to screams, then her voice cracked and no sounds came out. When she gave one last shake her whole body relaxed. She looked to the side and her eyes took on a distant look.
“Is she always like this?” Quinten asked the guard sucking his balls.
She shook her head letting him go. “I usually take care of her needs. Her orgasms don’t last this long.”
Quinten marveled at his work of a passed out elf. “Well your turn, get up here,” he said. Moving off Tillie he picked her up and set her on the Ottoman next to the Chieftess.
“You don’t have to-” She tried to say but Quinten was already eating her pussy. His tongue gave the same treatment. Stretching and exploring everywhere it could reach. When she was wet and had orgasmed lightly he sat up.
“Do you want this size? Or smaller?” He asked.
“It can be smaller?” She asked. Her head tilted to the side.
“Or bigger,” he offered.
With that she looked at the queen’s condition. “This size is fine.” A slight smile on her lips he laughed as he entered inside her.
She could handle about half his dick before she started begging him to stop. He did after a bit, she had asked for this, and she could ask him to get smaller if she really wanted. When he was about 9 inches in he started to fuck her relentlessly. Where the Chieftess had got it slow he went hard on the guard. In between her yells the Chieftess woke up from her daze and began to kiss the guard deeply. Her screams muffled, Quinten began to play with her small clit. This caused her to convulse much like the Chieftess.
No longer wanting to hold back, Quinten unloaded inside of her. His thick seed filled her up causing her uterus to bulge. The feeling of it caused her to actually pass out. When Quinten eventually pulled out of the guard he picked up the Chieftess and carried her further into the mountain of pillows.
