But it was all a dream...

"Please... if you... if you want money, I know my dad will give you whatever you want, really!"

She clutched her torn clothes and gripped her skirt as if sure of his intentions. She backed away slowly, and John decided he'd have fun vanishing things off of her.

Acquisition successful.

Her panties appeared in his inventory. "How much do you think your daddy would pay for someone like you?"

"What... What? Anything!"

Acquisition successful.

Perhaps because she was at home at the time, she hadn't been wearing shoes; as a result, her socks vanished as a pair, appearing in his inventory. Huh... does that mean anything that comes in a pair gets taken as one? An interesting consideration for later. "What about a million dollars?"

"Are you f- I mean, y-yeah! I'm sure they can negotiate-"

Acquisition successful.

John just wanted to have her clothes vanish while in her grip. Scared as she was, he had a feeling he could still manage it, too... and given that there was nothing else she was wearing, he was confused when he saw she still had just the last two bits of her outfit on her. His eyebrows perked up when his inventory showed him his catch.

Special item: copper IUD. Releases copper particles into the uterus, making it poisonous to sperm to prevent pregnancy. No effect on ovum. 90% effective.

Whoa. The spectre of his quest haunted him anew... as did the value of punishing her so intimately. "But I don't want money, Vanessa." He stalked towards her slowly, and she hastened her backpedaling. "So how about this: I'm going to give you some time to consider what else you can offer me." John blinked behind her, stunning her with his sudden vanishing long enough to use equilibrium, regain mana back to the maximum his tunnel's reserve allowed, and put it all into tapping aphrodisiac onto her neck.

Aphrodisiac applied! Target is now 704% more receptive to you.

John was tapped out, and she was left scrambling away from him, but the damage was done. She'd be in this state for five hours, which struck John as more than enough time. At that percentage, he wondered what her natural libido would look like... and if it could get her excited just be seeing his dick, hypnotic as it had proven while he still had pants on the bus. "I'm sure you'll come up with some way to apologize..."

Suddenly ignoring her, John went to the loveseat, a discolored beige and rubbery edition of the real one, and sat to begin undressing. Vanessa stared, still horrified. "What the fuck is going- this... this must be a dream or something! Oh... haha, oh man, how stupid can I be?" She pinched herself, noting how it hurt, and shrugging. "Right, of... of course. Sure, this is real! We were just in my house, and now we're in some rejected TV show set, or a cartoon... yeah. You're the same limp-dick loser from high school, and now from the Academy... and now you've got magic powers? Yeah, OK!" Vanessa started to laugh hysterically, even as she cried with relief. "God, what's... wrong with me?" John, now wearing nothing but his boxers and white socks, was silent as he meditated. He was happy to let her take her theories wherever she liked, and eyed her form... the way her shirt hung from draping over her massive breasts now that the buttons had all been popped. Suddenly uncomfortable, he removed his underwear to relieve his raging erection. He didn't touch it yet; he just wanted her to see it while he took care of his mana. "Oh look, and of course the tiny-dicked nerd from high school suddenly has the biggest... the biggest, fattest... most delic- I mean, hah, the biggest cock I've ever seen, hahahaha! God... is this, like, lucid dreaming or whatever?"

She practically skipped over, surprising even John with her turn around. He thought he'd get to meditate to full thanks to her fear, except the way she licked her lips didn't indicate any such hesitation. "This isn't a dream, Vanessa," he stammered.

"Yeah, oooookaaaay," she snorted. She placed a finger on the tip of John's cock, and his meditation became... difficult. "I don't know why I'm lucid dreaming about you of all people, but... seeing you like this..." Her voice trailed as her fingers explored the length of John's package, and even that slight hint of a handjob had it twitching. "Heehee~, I love watching men squirm for me... it's so pathetic, it just... God, it just gets me so fucking horny. Alright, dream loser, I'm going to use you, and there's nothing you can do about it."

This can't be happening... no, no this isn't a dream, as much as she thinks it is. This is really... Vanessa Hawthorne is about to- Vanessa Hawthorne almost had him shot, he tried to remind himself... but his crazy libido wasn't having any of that, and his meditation finally broke as she peeled off her skirt. There, with only the faintest stubble of an overgrown, full wax, was the parted labia that glistened in the lamp light of the living room. She positioned herself over his meat, unknowingly without her IUD. Even if it was still quasi-effective now, the very real danger existed that he'd knock her up. "Vanessa, you... you should know that I'm the one in c-charge here-"

"Shush, no more talking," she whispered, giggling as she tossed away her torn shirt, revealing her massive mammaries and her fat, drooling nipples, "I want to know how real this dream feels." She grabbed his meat and lined him up with herself, wincing as her shrunken pussy struggled to accommodate him. She remained undeterred, as continued to bend her knees, letting him feel the intensity of her crushing cunt as he slowly parted it, shrunken earlier by his magic into a vice grip on his every nerve, up until he kissed the end of the line with an inch of himself still to spare. A quivering moan escaped her throat, and John could be idle no longer: his hands shot up to roughly squeeze her massive tits, and was rewarded with a multi-streamed spray of her milk. Whatever her libido was before, the aphrodisiac left it too effective: her moan became a sharp cry, and she milked John to the limit of his stamina, earning a full load of his sperm despite his earlier escapades with a certain pointy-eared lover. She stayed on as he inseminated her; he stayed hard inside of her in turn. "Fuck, these dreams always feel... so fucking... good..."

Ring of hunter's delight: +1mp!

She began to bounce on his cock in earnest, possibly unaware of the extra cum being shoved against her cervix. John continued to maul her breasts, and in frustration finally sat up took take her into a position much like that for the elf, only now with a girl almost as tall as he was. He caught her bouncing right tit with his lips and suckled a mouthful of her nourishing fluid, reveling in the sweet flavor and hungry for more... especially when he saw the stream of pop-ups just over her breast:

10mp restored!
10mp restored!
10mp restored!

Every sip gave him the same message, and swallowing large mouthful tripled the value. Behind these hung two others:

Achievement unlocked! "My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard"!
You've sipped the sacred milk of a woman. Yum!
+10hp
+30mp

Achievement unlocked! "And they're like, it's better than yours"!
You sucked on her lactating tits mid-coitus, you dog. That's for the baby, not you!
+3 LIB
+Lactating women produce [level x 25]% more milk within 10 feet of you. This effect can be consciously suppressed.

As if on cue, her nipple ejaculated another mouthful to the back of John's throat, and he offered no protest. He grabbed her hips while he held her right tit in his mouth, gyrating her body on his meat and reveling in how she shivered in his grasp. His mind was reeling: his fantasies were coming true, and then some, and the whole 'threatened to have him shot' thing faded into the archives of his brain as his libido rose. "Milk, right? Like I'd be pregnant!"

John let her tits fall from his mouth as milk dribbled from his lips. "Yeah, let's get you pregnant," he whispered lustily. He had already regenerated his mana almost to full with her milk, and so augmented her ovulation, wondering if that would even work.

CRIT! Augmented ovulation by 20%! Two eggs released.

John had a brief moment of clarity: if 20% meant two eggs would release on command, was it measuring the increase against... however ovaries worked? Biology 101 unfortunately left only vague information on the details of human ovulation, but more importantly, would 30% cause triplets? Would-

"Sure, big boy, knock me up," she cooed. The moment of clarity was gone, and the two embraced lips as he pressed her down, shoving himself hard against her cervix as another full load bathed it and blasted hundred of sperm through to her womb. The rest splattered outward, forcing his first load and some of the second onto her thighs and his crotch as they continued to hump and make out while riding their respective orgasms.

Ring of hunter's delight: +1mp!

Impregnation quest progress: 0% ... 1% ... 0%.

Every injection of cum into her cervix, every fresh platoon of swimmers that entered her womb, met their terrible demise by poison. He wasn't getting anywhere like this, he realized. "Yeah, that's it," she breathed into his lips. Her fingernails hooked into the flesh of his back and clawed down, dealing the most sensual single point of damage John had ever experienced. "I'm going to get pregnant with a peasant's baby, before I'm even married! Daddy will get so pissed."

"I'll put twins in you, you fucking slut," he groaned, shoving himself against her cervix.

Ring of hunter's delight: +1mp!

Impregnation quest progress: 3% ... 2% ... 0%.

"Do it. I fucking dare you."

The two continued like this, hate-fucking like jackrabbits on the slowly-soiled loveseat, until she dismounted him halfway towards his fourth orgasm. She took his monstrous cock and bent it towards her face, pursing her lips over the tip and looking him with those beautiful blue eyes as she swallowed him inch by inch, opening her throat with practiced grace as he felt her esophagus clench his head. He would readily, easily nut directly into her stomach... but he had other plans. "Catch it in your hands, Vanessa, don't swallow-!"

She couldn't respond, but the fact that she took him deeper, and **** the orgasm out of him, told him she wasn't quite submitting as his quest demanded. His cock pulsed against her tongue and in her throat, jetting jizz directly into her core as she tried swallowing his meat to drive his body into tremors and spasms from the torturous pleasure.

Ring of hunter's delight: +1mp!

Finally, when she released him, she gave the sensitive head one more lick before replying, "Fuck you. You're my toy to play with, and this is my dream. How else are you coming this much? A shame I can't seem to change what you look like, but oh well~" She suckled on his head, savoring his dick and showing off the talent that she'd been building for all those questionable high school years. "You're going to come, and this time you're going to come into your hands as punishment."

John groaned as she worked him... but nodded. His plan would still work with what he envisioned, and it didn't take very long at all under her masterful manipulations: a thumb under his head, her tongue taking laps on its tip, and the other hand pumping him for his next offering. A small worry bubbled inside of him, that it would be all too easy to end up submitting to her, and failing the quest in spirit, if not literally... but he still had one last card to try and play.