#fuckMoira

A spike of white energy ripped out of the ground, impaling the nightgaunt in midair. It flailed wildly, thrashing soundlessly as ichor dripped to the floor.

51 damage! Lethal effect triggered!

The popup was the last thing that John saw before he closed his eyes, waiting for the hammer’s impact. Moments later, a sickening crunch made his imagination run wild with horrible thoughts of his own mangled body… but when he cautiously opened his eyes, he was still fully intact.

Moira stood a few feet away, her hammer buried in one of the seats to his left. A long-fingered hand was slumped over its armrest. The paladin was looking behind her, to where the impaled nightgaunt hung; it wasn't moving anymore.

"I tried to warn you," John said breathlessly.

She turned back to face him, her expression a mixture of surprise and hints of respect. Moira cleared her throat loudly and ripped her weapon free from the aberration's corpse, "How many were there?" It was a jarring transition from the way she’d been yelling at him seconds before, but John let it go. It wasn’t worth bringing up. Not now.

"Three, I think."

They both looked around, scoping out the eerily quiet theater. Nothing else moved in the shadows.

"So... that's all of them?" the paladin asked awkwardly.

He looked from one nightgaunt corpse to the next, counting each in his head. 1... 2... 3. "I hope so," was the best answer he could give.

Nightgaunt Snatchers Slain!
Encounter Complete: Three enemies defeated, one escaped.
+323 Experience

Spell Empowered: Rend ~ 1 -> 2
Damage scaling improved from 9 ~ (50% Wisdom) to 11 ~ (66% Wisdom).

Escaped?

John had no time to muse on the identity of the mysterious fourth combatant, as the world around them shifted. With no Abyssal entities to maintain their side of the connection, the barrier was on the verge of imminent collapse.

He instinctively switched his armor sets, only remembering as he did so that it stripped him temporarily naked. John braced himself for another lecture from the paladin, but Moira only stared at his crotch for an uncomfortable second before grabbing his wrist. She dragged him towards the open door of the sound booth, and John only had a second to pluck a silver orb out of the outstretched arm of the nearest nightgaunt before being pulled away. No sooner were they inside, than the air around them shattered, knocking them both off balance as the real world asserted itself beneath their feet

A cable caught on John’s leg, and he tumbled into Moira, who fell against the booth’s closed door with a soft thud. One of her elbows ended up in his side, and he received a faceful of soft chest... or would’ve if it weren't covered in chainmail. The metal links weren't full plate, but the impact hurt.

He immediately pushed himself up and rubbed at the side of his jaw, "Ow!"

Moira stayed put, half-sitting at the door, listening for something. When John started to stand up, she pulled him back down roughly. "Don't be stupid!" the paladin hissed at him. "They'll see you!"

He gave her a confused look, then realized why she was still on the floor of the booth. It was faint, but he could hear the muffled sound of people talking outside. Cautiously, John peeked over the soundboard and out one of the windows. There were four students on the main stage, with the rest of the theater class seated in the front-row seats. The voice he'd heard came from Mr. Langley, who was pacing back and forth. He said something indistinct, and the actors moved to new positions.

Out of nowhere, Moira yanked him back down, and his face crushed against her armored chest again.

"Christ, can you not? I was just having a look," John snapped at her, as quietly as he could.

She gave him a scathing glare in reply.

John sighed and stayed low, crawling around on his hands and knees to find somewhere to sit. There wasn't much room in the booth; it wasn't designed for comfort, and with the sound-tech's chair took up far too much space. Of course, if Moira would shift over... but she didn't budge an inch to give him more space.

"What're you so worried about anyway?" he asked, ignoring the girl's frantic 'shush' gestures. If she took off the chainmail and put it in her shield's hammerspace then nobody would give her a second glance. The only strange thing would be showing up out of nowhere with him from...

Oh. Ok, yeah... that could look pretty bad.

Moira was from one of the Academy's wealthier families, effectively a princess. Her reputation was a valued commodity, and one that couldn’t be easily repaired. If she were found with him in this situation… the rumors alone could do irreconcilable damage. To make things worse, John knew that Vanessa would never leave it alone… if only to ruin his life further.

Worse still, what would happen if her dad found out? John had no doubts that Lord Brighton wouldn’t take kindly to the ‘nerd that fucked that slut in the middle of the school’, as Vanessa would phrase it. More than the paladin’s reputation, his life could be on the line!

The most logical answer was for John to Hearth out, leaving Moira free to return to class... but that would make it difficult for him to finish his quest, let alone attend the rest of school. Alternatively, they could stage a blackout and escape, or Moira could hide while he returned to class? He'd need a good excuse for where he'd been for the last... forty minutes. Maybe he could claim to have been in the bathroom? Nah, there was no way Mr. Langley would buy that.

John opened his mouth to offer the options to the paladin, who interjected with a frantic whisper, "What do I have do to get you to keep quiet?"

"Blow me?" his brain threw out the joke instinctively.

Moira rolled her eyes, "Why am I not surprised, you're a perverted bastard on top of everything else..." she trailed off, expression unreadable.

I should probably tell her I was kidding...

"Fine. If I must," the paladin said, her words were barely audible.

Holy shit, she thinks I'm serious.

John stared at Moira, who looked between his face and crotch with a tinge to her cheeks. She looked angry, though not in the way he was used to. This was a different frustration, directed at something or someone other than just him… Uncertain what to make of it, John cast Observe on the paladin.

Lady Moira Brighton
Level 17 Paladin
<Warden of the Golden Rose>
Status Effects: Slime Poisoned (+40 LIB, 2:13:41 remaining), Libido Intoxication
Relationship: +25

He blinked. What the hell was slime poisoning? +40 Libido was practically double his entire score on top her normal libido … what was Moira's self-control made of? Adamantium?

John had a new respect for the paladin. A respect that was immediately tested as she crawled over to him. His lingering doubts about Moira's intentions went out the window as she started clumsily undoing his pants, sliding them down to expose his boxers. She visibly hesitated when they came into view, and John's brain waved a metaphorical hand in front of his face.

He should stop her. Technically, he was blackmailing the hot redhead, and if her dad found out, things would be bad… besides, he’d been joking! She wasn't thinking clearly either, the status was fucking with her. The logical part of his brain was wrangled up and summarily lynched by a mob of other, hornier thoughts. Was he seriously about to throw away a blowjob for nothing? This was the kind of thing he'd dreamed of for years!

His boxers tented, causing Moira to flinch as she grabbed the elastic band that held them to his waist. Was he hallucinating, or was she rubbing her thighs together? It was difficult to tell from his perspective and became impossible as she yanked his boxers down; mostly because it tugged on his dick in an incredibly painful way.

"Ow! Watch it!" he hissed at her.

Moira ignored him, staring at his exposed dick with a dazed look in her eyes. She seemed torn between interest and disgust, wanting to look away but unable to. When she did, after a long moment, it was to glare at John as she grabbed his dick in one hand. The blush on her cheeks reddened to a deeper crimson flush. Her fingers were warm against his skin.

"Careful!" John nearly forgot to whisper when Moira squeezed him a bit too hard. His outburst tilted her expression back towards anger, but she loosened her grip. The redhead shimmied down so her lips were just a few inches from his tip. Her breath tingled... then she licked him.

It wasn't much, just an exploratory taste, but the warm sensation of it sent a shiver up John's spine. His body tensed, and he twitched against her lips when Moira tried it again. Conflicted feelings fought clearly on her face, shame and self-loathing battling against a more instinctual urge... Something won, and compelled either by misguided pride or hidden perversion, she leaned in and opened her mouth.

John wished he could take a picture of that moment. Moira, looking up at him with righteous fury in her eyes and a pink flush to her cheeks, wrapping her lips around his dick. It took him from erect to rock fucking solid. She made a noise of protest as he throbbed inside her mouth… but didn’t pull back.

Truthfully, Moira's inexperience meant she wasn't very good at giving a blowjob. She lacked any sense of how to use her tongue, pressing it up against him awkwardly at times, and her teeth occasionally grazed him when she tried to move back and forth. To John... it didn't matter. The sheer perversion of being blown by the stuck-up paladin was enough to get him off, and her wet mouth made up for the clumsy mistakes she occasionally made. His core tensed as she went down on him further, trying to stuff more past her lips and failing entirely. She gagged slightly, a small tear running from the corner of one eye.

It was ironic. For all her bluster and complaints, it was Moira that controlled the situation. John had hardly moved since she'd started going down on him, other than to scrape his fingers along the ground whenever she tried to take him deeper. It was all her. He just watched as the paladin did her best to **** on his dick and tried not to blow his load. If he'd been in a more lucid state, John might've been able to put some of the pieces together. He might've noticed her trembling thighs or the way her hips twitched every time he did against her lips. He might've gained a better understanding of the redhead that glared at him while desperately trying to make him cum... but John was long and far gone.

Pleasure overloaded his brain, submerged as it was in overwhelming sensations. He came without warning, mostly into Moira's mouth then across her cheek when she reeled back in disgust. The redhead clasped a hand over her lips, fighting the urge to spit it out. She looked around the room for something, tissues, a towel, anything... to no avail. Moira winced and swallowed.

Achievement Unlocked! - "Mind Blown"
Receive your first blowjob.
+1 Charisma
+1 Libido

Achievement Unlocked - "Red, White and Gold"
Seduce a Warden. That's one for the history books!
+1 Charisma
+10% rp gains with Moira Brighton
+10% rp gains with Error: ID not found
+10% rp gains with Error: ID not found

John missed both displays... as his eyes were shut tight, riding out the aftershocks of his first real sexual encounter. It was nothing like his hands...

"Nobody can know about this," Moira’s voice snapped him out of it.

"Uh, you've got some..." he gestured towards his cheek, and the paladin followed suit. She winced as her fingers smeared the sticky substance across her skin. Digging around in his inventory, John produced one of the rolls of bandages, which Moira used to wipe herself clean.

A semblance of the prim and proper paladin returned... if you ignored the way her chest heaved with every breath… or how her legs were pressed together. It was close enough, anyway. “Nobody. Please, John,” Moira pleaded.

It wasn't like anyone was going to believe him anyway... "Yeah, of course."

Relief washed over her, and Moira's tension relaxed… for a moment. Muffled footsteps passed outside the booth, and they both turned to look at the door in panic. If they were found like this, then Vanessa wouldn’t have to make up a rumor… The handle rattled.

“Mr. Langley, the door’s locked!”

The cold floor against his ass galvanized John into action, and he yanked his boxers up, followed by his pants. At the very least he could make it look less bad.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it,” called the muffled voice of the drama teacher from near the stage.

The first speaker moved on, the sound of departing students vanished into the distance. Nobody opened the door, and they were left unmolested. Moira looked away as John zipped and buttoned his pants, checking the theater.

“There’s still someone out there,” she whispered.

John stood up, ignoring Moira’s panic. As she’d said, the only person left in the theater was Mr. Langley, who was pre-occupied with piling the scripts to take back to his office. It was only a matter of time until the teacher came up to the sound booth to hit the lights. If they didn’t leave before then, they’d be discovered…

He gave Moira a ‘stay here’ gesture and unlocked the door to the booth. Peeking out around it, John waited until Mr. Langley had gathered up his documents before he hit the main lights. The theater was immediately plunged into near-darkness, with the only illumination coming from the open doors to the lobby. With that at his back, there was no way that his teacher could identify who he was. John waved, and Mr. Langley waved back.

“Thanks!”

John didn’t give him a reply, simply closing the booth door and heading out into the lobby before Mr. Langley could make it up the stairs. In the lobby, he ducked into the men’s bathroom and waited for his teacher’s exit. A minute passed before he heard footsteps outside the bathroom.

He stuck his head out to see the retreating form of Mr. Langley leaving through the front door of the lobby. It was safe. John pulled out his phone to text Moira. The moment it turned on, new messages scrolled across the screen, all from Erica… he ignored them.

John N. (1:32): The coast is clear, it’s safe to come out now.

Moira didn't reply, even when he waited two... three minutes.

John N. (1:35): Moira?
John N. (1:35): Hello?

He started to worry. What was keeping her? There was no way that Mr. Langley had found her, or they would’ve left together, and his teacher had been alone. There was no rational explanation for why she was continuing to hide. Unless… Could the fourth enemy from the barrier have come back?

Cautiously, John re-entered the theater. The lights were still off, nobody was in sight, everything was normal… except for a muffled noise coming from the sound booth. Was she still inside? He crept over and pressed an ear up against the door. Ragged gasps and moans filtered through the wood, and John’s eyes widened. Was she…

John pulled out his phone and turned the screen’s brightness all the way down, activating the camera app. Quietly crawling around the front of the booth, he hit record and held the device up to aim the camera through the closest window. He only filmed a couple seconds of footage, afraid he’d be caught.

Since he hadn’t enabled his phone’s flashlight, there wasn’t enough light to capture anything distinct… but there did seem to be a figure sitting in the booth’s chair. John tapped the camera settings, hoping to find one that could compensate for the low light. Red-eye… Timer… Color correction… Thermal?

The alterations that Tricia had made to his phone had added a few new options to his camera. John tapped on Thermal and stared incredulously at the screen as it dutifully presented him with a cool-blue view of the theater. When he put his hand in front of the lens, it lit up with a warm red. Huh, that could be useful. John scrolled to the next one and grinned: Night-vision.

Recording with the enhanced mode, John held up his phone again and waited for almost twelve seconds before pulling it back. It was undeniably Moira in the chair. The video’s color was tinted a slight blue-green, but he was far too distracted by the content to care. It showed the paladin sitting with her legs spread, one hand moving underneath her skirt while she sucked hungrily her free fingers. She wasn’t wearing the belt, so she had to have a key to it somewhere… unless she removed it magically? John had a few questions, mostly if he could get away with filming another clip.

Perversion won out over safety, and he pushed his luck; ten more seconds of footage being added to his phone’s gallery. Ten seconds of the hot redhead trying desperately to get off… John’s pants tightened painfully.

Maybe, if she was that horny… he looked up from where he was sitting underneath the booth. He snuck back around to the door and reached out for the handle, turning it as quietly as he could.

Self-preservation roared, kicking and screaming from whatever mental closet his libido had trapped it in. There was no way, no fucking way she’d be up for that! Whatever crazy logic had led to the blowjob earlier, that was then. If he barged in on Moira she’d probably smite him for it! Also… the door was locked.

At least he had the videos and memory of her lips around his dick… which was now rock hard and demanding attention. John exited the theater and headed for the men’s room. He’d be late to biology anyway, a few minutes of personal time wouldn’t hurt.

Tricia glanced down at her phone as her fingertips vibrated with an alert. Subject 'J-1' had exited the Abyssal facsimile and captured twenty-two seconds of video footage using the GorbachevOS improvements to his camera application. Based on his data usage patterns, this was anomalous enough to warrant investigation. She picked it up, prime-encrypting the visual display of the screen and opened a copy of the video.

Oh.