Ezzol, the Rogue Halfling

It wasn't truly that much of a surprise to you when they started to fight. It had been the Rogue's plan after all and you've seen thousands of fights before. Hell, you had been in them! However, comparing the battle of these two well trained, hyper vigilant heroes, to a fight between you and a measly werewolf was ludicrous. The wolf when it came through the door had torn up your wooden floor with it's feet, and the area automatically fixed itself only seconds later.

When this fight started, it seemed almost tame at first. The little rogue grit her teeth together, her eyes burning with a powerful black mist. Her hood flew backwards from her head as she rushed forward, and for the first time you got a good look at her pretty face. A lot like you, she had short black hair on her head and brown eyes. Her chin was more pointed than yours, and definitely smoother. She had raised cheekbones, but they weren't as prominent as Maya's had been, and her lips her nice and thick, perfect for sliding your c-

A bright flash of light filled your vision, emanating from Maya's staff. In a second, the entire room was completely white, and then the spell finished.

All at once, everything in the room was launched away from mage. The rogue, your handmade furniture...and you. It was like a wall of wind pushed out from the mage's staff, and before you could figure out what was happening, you were off your feet, flying sideways through the air. That is until you smashed into stone layout above the fireplace and dropped down to land on the remaining clutter that had still stuck to your desk after she moved it.

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Soft yellow text flashes above your head for a moment, telling you just how much life you lost, and then it fades out of existence. You don't know exactly what happened when you hit the fireplace, but it felt like something broke, and in only a second roll off the desk screaming in agony.

You don't hear your screams come out though, the sounds of battle greatly outweigh your cries of pain, and after a brief glare in the heroines you understand why.

Maya stands in the exact same place as before, staff planted firmly in one hand and a spell in the other. A real spell, not the weak thing she had just used to knock everyone away from her. Alabaster flames dance in her grasp, originating from a single ball of white lava, **** into shape by her magic. The surface of lava quivers and bulges with each passing second, straining to be released from the binds that hold it in place so it may wreak the havoc it was summoned to do. The fires on the spell roar more and more loudly as time goes on. It takes you a moment to look away from the spell she holds easily in one hand to see the hole in her robe and the tiny line of red that the rogue had left her with.

Ezzol crouches stock still in front of the door to your office, each hand filled with a purple runed dagger while they both waited for the other to make the next move. Neither one waited long. Something changed in Ezzol's hardened expression as she eyed up her opponent, and apparently it was enough to make her move.

Again your back flared with pain as the halfling charged at the mage and you **** yourself to your feet. How heroes could ever deal with this kind of pain you would never know. It was unimaginable, and you had heard of them fighting full grown dragons while being hurt worse than you are! Such a thing couldn't be possible!

The air breaks from Ezzol's battle-cry as she charges forward, her arms swinging wildly.

Maya was patient. Waiting until that moment when the halfling chose her method of attack. Once she had, she lifted up her spell hand and let loose the bindings she used to keep her fireball in place. It didn't seem like much at first, a single torrent of white flames that flew forward before your eyes, and then from the gaping maw of this alabaster flamethrower, came the deafening explosion of the next wave of fire. On and on it went, explosion after explosion, until the spell collided with one side of your house, ripped a gaping hole in the side of it, and then continued on, destroying more of the village until the mage pulled let go of the spell. The sound of fiery splinters raining down on the roof above could be heard as the smoke cleared, and both you and Maya found that Ezzol was missing.

It almost felt like Maya had simply obliterated the rogue halfling, until she tensed suddenly, whirled around, and raised her staff as Ezzol reappeared above her. The halfling was already falling, arms first, as she tried to backstab the mage. Two dull, 'thunks!' could be heard as both of the halfling's dagger got caught in the shaft of Maya's staff.

And then nothing happened. Both of them remained in place, poised as if they were going to rip the others weapon out of there grasp and win this fight, it was just a matter of who would lose their grip first. It was like time had...like time had stood still...And then it hit you.

This was your moment. _Your _chance, to choose your own fate...or, at least, some part of it. You just had to decide who it was you would help...

Ezzol? The busty, player killing, potentially lying, rogue halfling, who had suggested that the two of you might have some fun if you helped her?

Or Maya, the exotic, redheaded, elven mage who had come in here with a partner, but that man was not here at the moment. Those two were definitely one of the kindest heroes you had met so far, but that wasn't saying much and it could easily change in such a short time. Maybe she would be thankful?

But maybe wasn't enough. The average player in this game was easily charged with sexual energy, and you felt certain that Ezzol would need some release after this.

It was like time slowly started to move again as you made your choice, and with a deep inhale, you began to pull at every last fiber of your being again. Slowly the hair on the back of your neck began rise up, and you could feel the goosebumps dance across your skin as you summon that one mp of power that your dirty soul held, and finally, as Ezzol kicked off Maya's stomach and rose up into the air, you throw everything you had at the elven mage.

And then stumbled when your back flared up again. Thankfully, you didn't miss though, at least not by much. You nearly drop to the ground again, but you watch out of the corner of your eyes as the brunt of your spell strikes Maya in the side, shoves her away from Ezzol, the rogue's daggers, her staff, and then slams her directly into the closest wall.

Which, of course, was right next to her.

A loud 'Oomph' escaped the mage, as she bounces off the wooden panels, and then falls backwards onto her ass. Ezzol was quick to push her advantage, ripping her blades from the staff, in mid air, with a single flourish...and then as she was falling, she flung both blades at the elf. The daggers cut through the air with a sharp whistle before they hit their mark and Maya exploded into a cloud of golden dust, just like the werewolf. The shimmering bits of the mage hung in the air for a moment before it all disappeared, though only sign that she had ever even been there was the loot bag on the ground and your destroyed mess of an office.

Ezzol's landing was not as graceful as her finishing blow had been. Just as her feet hit the ground, one of her legs gave out, and she fell onto her stomach, her large breasts straining beneath the rest of her weight before she rolled onto her back.

In the back of your mind, you register the sound of fanfare, a sound which you quickly write off as the signal for the fight being over. Without thinking about it, you turn to face the halfling as she cradles her leg, the leather armor is singed and smoking slightly, but with each passing second, she seems to caress her leg less and less, and the pain in your back slowly begins to dissipate. The two of you were quickly regenerating, a new experience for you if you paused to think about it. Normally it would take you hours to recover from the smallest thing. Like if you stubbed your toe on a desk. After a brief look around it was clear that you two weren't the only things regenerating. Even the room was repairing itself.

It felt like hours before either of you two moved. After all, you were way too stunned to do anything, and she was still regaining a large portion of health. Once the charred armor on her leg stopped smoking though, the halfling straightened out and looked over at the mages staff and loot bag.

"Heh...I'm too damn good!" Her pearly white teeth somehow still managed to shine in the darkened room. You stop, the air catching in your throat as you look down and stare hard at the rogue, softly shaking your head in astonishment. She couldn't really believe that right?

"What?!" Your voice cracks for a moment as you walk over to the halfling and stand over her. For a brief moment you simply stood there staring at her, imagining how you must have looked in her eyes.

"By the gods, do all you humans have to be so tall?" Ezzol huffs sharply before meeting your eyes as you glare down at her, or rather at her breasts. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see her vision dart down to the growing bulge in your pants before she looks back up at you.

"You would be dead right now if it weren't for me." Silence fills the room, but neither one of you moves, as if waiting for the other to decide what to do. It stays like that, the two of you just looking at the other, while the only thing that could be heard was the crackle of your fireplace and the other person's breathing.

At last, when you decide you aren't in any immediate danger because she still hasn't lashed out at you yet, you lower a hand down to your pants to untie the knot that held them up. It takes a moment, but after a couple sharp yanks, the string comes loose, and you completely pull it away. With your other hand, you undo the buttons and the belt that held your jacket together. The belt comes away in your other hand, and you stand there holding them above her as your jacket slides open enough so she can get a peek at your hardening length while you strip down.

Ezzol doesn't say anything. She just lies there staring at your while her legs slowly close in front of you. You stop to think she's going to deny you for a moment, before her thighs slowly grind together, and she holds her hands out to you, one wrist resting over the other. You look back and forth between her and her hands, trying desperately to find the trap she had laid out for you here, but you don't find one. There truly was a hero right there, just waiting for you to tie her up so you could do whatever you want.

It's pretty clear how eager you are, as you nearly collapse over her when you bend down and hold your belt up in both hands. Ezzol giggles softly at your clumsiness from below you as you wrap the leather around both of her wrists and bind them together.

"What will you do with me, milord?" Her voice is laced with lust as you pull back to look at her. Fierce, brown eyes look up at you with a hunger very similar to the type you would see in werewolves. A brief look at Ezzol, and you nearly lose yourself right there. Her head remain's uncovered, the hood resting beneath her as her black hair lies still, clinging to her skin ever so slightly. Her teeth scrape across her lower lip as she wriggles around on the floor, her breasts shaking softly, and her thighs clasping together as she very clearly waits for you to make a move.

Your cock twitches out of its confines at the sight of this, bouncing free for her to see for the first time.

"Well..." She pauses to lock eyes with your manhood. "you're definitely bigger than all the other halfling boys." She lets out another teasing giggle, and uses her arms to squeeze her massive breasts together for you. You did have some extra line about how she owed you now for saving her life, but you lost it halfway through this.